The man crashes up against the hood before smashing into the windshield and rolling overtop of the car and my father stops the car before we both just look at each other before slowly turning our heads and bodies to look behind us before we both open the car doors and get out. Outside we both walk to behind the car where we find a young Asian man with short red hair and green eyes. He is wearing a black jacket that goes to his ankles like a trench coat but his jacket has a hood and on his hip I can see a Katana there and a pistol lays on the ground beside him. He coughs up blood twice before he falls limp and lets out his last breath in a dieing sigh. "oh....Shit" I say staring at his body before I see my father looking at someone and I see he is looking at a girl about my age who has a few drops of blood on her face. She seems utterly shocked by the whole incident and she slowly looks up at the two of us. She wears the same kind of coat that the man did along with white skate shoes and on her hands she is wearing a pair of black fingerless gloves. She has short black hair and Ice blue eyes along with a pretty face. She is Caucasian in race and she stands about 5 feet 10 inches tall. "Are you Ok?" asks my father and she nods slowly. "You....Saved me" she says and me and my father look at each other before my father turns around and walks over to the guys body before ripping open the mans jacket and searching through all of his pockets till he finds a folded piece of paper and he brings it up before opening it and reading it. "She...Is a Target of the Soul Catchers" says my father pointing to her and I look at my father. "Who the hell are The Soul Catchers?" I ask and he thinks on how to explain it. "The Soul Catchers are an Assassination Organization, You give them a target and they will kill them, They have been around since 1730" says my father and I look at him confused. "Says here that a man named Sarok Magiak put a hit out on her head, We just killed an Assassin" says my father and look at the girl who is wiping the blood off her face with her sleeve. "Lets move out on foot from here" says my father looking at the smoke from Nashtonville in the far distance. "Whats your name?" asks my father looking at the girl. "My name is Cinder" she says.
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