A Week Later
The door to the windowless, candlelit room, which was decorated with high-quality, expensive leather, silver and gold trimmings, and paintings, and which held an expensive wooden desk with four chairs immediately in front of it, sounded with a small tap. Knock, knock, knock. Then, a timid woman's voice rose from behind the door.
"Sir, may I come in?"
"Enter."
When the door opened, a thin, blonde woman in her thirties entered the room through the crack in the door and bowed her head after closing it.
"You may sit."
"Yes, Sir."
After the woman took one of the seats, she turned to the man, who was engrossed in handling some documents at the expensive desk.
"Sir, as you commanded, I researched the boy you brought. There is almost nothing about him. Someone cleared everything about him before we did. Furthermore, the stranger thing is, when I speak to him, I feel like I'm facing a machine trained to kill, rather than a child."
"Strange. I didn't feel anything, though."
"You too are someone who exists only to kill."
"What did you say?"
"Nothing, Sir."
"Good. If your report is finished, you may leave."
"Yes, Sir."
As soon as the woman went out the door, the man picked up the landline phone on his desk and dialed a number. The person on the other end answered the phone as soon as it began to ring.
"I'm giving you an important job. Investigate the child whose picture I sent you. I want everything from his favorite food to the first word he spoke."
"Understood, Sir."
The man hung up the phone and began looking at the documents the woman had brought earlier. The boy's name was not even in the document, and, just as the woman had said, everything about the child had been erased.Approximately an hour later, the boss's phone rang. When he answered, the man he had called just an hour ago was on the line.
"Sir, I investigated the child you mentioned, but strangely, everything about him has been erased. When I looked into who did it, an interesting name came up. You probably know him too."
"Who is this person?"
"Enma, Sir. The one who hasn't been heard from for a few years and is the strongest assassin of all time."
"I see. You may stop the investigation, and no one is to know about this conversation."
The Leader hung up the phone again, but this time, strangely, he was paler and sweating, panicked like never before.
"Who are you, kid? Sensei... no, what kind of connection could there be between me and that old demon? Although, everything falls into place now. The only reason our intelligence network couldn't get information could be you. But why? Why did you go to such lengths to hide this child?"