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In a small Inn room, a man held his head in distress with his back slumped in a black office chair. This man was referred to as Number 3 by his peers and was currently having a breakdown.
Where had everything gone wrong? He had no clue, none at all! Was it the job itself? The task had been extremely dangerous, but they should have succeeded. No, it was all that man's fault!
What was he supposed to do now? Number 2 had died while Number 1 and Number 4 had been apprehended. Then again, they were supposed to take him as a hostage, not try to kill him! A rescue was out of the question, and so was completing the task.
Number 3 sighed so profoundly that his soul almost escaped his body. Perhaps this had been a monumental mistake since the very beginning.
They should never have set their sights on the target of an Eternal Bounty. These contracts were already entirely prepaid by the clients and would only be taken down when the victim breathed its last.
