Noir planned her trip, she caught the last train that night. Her eyes looked out the window, where the darkness was gradually left behind. The soft light of the train glowed on Noir's face. She is wearing a sunglasses to hide eyes, her hood covering almost her face, only revealing her nose and mouth, so many people on the train attention on Noir. She is gorgeous, her cold beauty was indescribable.
Those blue-red eyes contained too much loss, pain mixed with something that had been endured for a long time. If others could see it, it would probably make them feel like they were looking into an ocean of sorrow. A feeling that anybody, anything on the world can't describe.
After many days of following the clues she recoved at the bar and people of that village, Noir finally found a small town, so peaceful, no gangs, no noisy that it seemed isolated from the world. Right here, there were no cameras, everyone didn't know who she is, her name, her past, Noir only smell of kitchen smoke and see the laughter of children. This place was like a small village in a fairy tale, gentle, with a faint scent of grass and trees that made everyone feel comfortable. Like it's not real.
Noir continued walking, looked around and she gently opened the door and entered in to a small coffee shop. The barista looked up. He was a tall man, about 26 or 27 years old, with tidy black hair and calm eyes behind thin glasses. He had an intellectual appearance, wearing a neat shirt and vest, tied black tie, and well-pressed pants and shoes, looking like an office worker. His face was pleasant, gentle eyes, and he did not carry the aura of an assassin.
Noir sat down at the counter. He smiled gently at her.
"What would you like to drink, miss?"
She was a little surprised, but still answered coldly.
"Hot coffee."
He started making the coffee, his movements smooth and careful, placing a cup of coffee in front of her, his voice calm.
"Maybe you came a long way to get here. Strangers rarely come by."
Noir said nothing, took a sip, the bitter taste spread on the tip of her tongue. She looked up, her eyes without hesitation, looking straight at him.
"Are you Specter?"
The man paused slightly, seeing her strange eyes but then smiled slightly, neither confirming nor denying.
"That name... I don't know who are you talking about."
"At this place… I'm just a regular barista."
Noir was silent. The shine from the window fell on her face, highlighting her cold, stone-like beauty. In contrast to that aura, Specter looked gentle, almost unfamiliar the image of the assassin she had imagined.
"Don't lie. I think you've probably heard rumors about someone escaping the organization, someone who had been their puppet for over 20 years."
"It's me...Double-Eyed Project..."
"They definitely won't let the rebels off the hook, so..." *raises coffee cup"
"I know you were also in that project, VOID (organization name) will never give up, until...proot the problem."
Noir said slowly.
"I need your help, and you certainly won't stand there waiting to die...Also, I want to know… the truth about the 'Double-Eyed Project'."
Specter rested his chin on his hand, a little hesitant, and looked at Noir for a long moment. His eyes were deep, as if he was weighing between silence and admission. Then he sighed.
"If you really want to know… prepare yourself. Because the truth may be more painful than any wound you have ever suffered."
Noir didn't blink. In those two-colored eyes, there was no hesitation.
"Tell me."
Specter tightened his grip on the coffee cup in his hand. A shiver passed through his peaceful, scholarly appearance, and for the first time, Noir saw in him not just a guy is trying to run, but a man who had been swallowed by the darkness.
"In the past, the organization would choose the healthiest children, even though they were only a few months old when they were taken away from their parents' arms... They were not like the children out there, from a young age they had to see only machines, chemicals, drugs and every sharp pain that passed through their skin. They grew up without memories, what they were shaped by was how to hold a gun properly, how to strike neatly, and in the end, they had to be cold-blooded more than anything in this world. They had to be the most cruel killer machine..."
"There are hundreds of thousands of people in that project, the organization also carries out countless other inhumane projects on immature individuals, but Double- is probably the most evil, the most painful..."
"If the first stage is successful, they will move on to the next stage, providing genes, implanting them into the body one by one, which will later form a bloodthirsty monster, only obeying orders and killing. But if the first stage fails,... their body will deform into distorted pieces... human but no longer human, everything is disgusting" *clenches fist*
Noir's heart was shaken by this harsh truth, she thought to herself.
/So humans are no longer humans,... just a soulless machine/
She continued listening in silence.
"Later, I accidentally heard this information from a researcher at the headquarters. He was obsessed, terrified, unable to continue this inhumane work, so VOID ... killed him... What a plan. That's why I want to left the organization, forget that disgusting place... But they discovered me, controlled me for a while, and then they threw me away like a dirty puppet..."
Specter lowered is head slightly...
"When I came here, I felt luckier than those other deformed experiments... living a life as a human being..."
The space was quieter than ever. The one seeking to reclaim the past, the other trying to escape it.