Kuroo stood in front of the office door. Suit and tie. Button pinned on the lapel. The campaign had been off to a fast start the past few months, leaving no shortage of underlying DEALS and SCHEMES, and this Tsukishima Kei was not out of the spiders web. For reasons untold, Tsukishima’s name had come to Kuroo on a sheet of paper and a stack of money. The only detail given-- to capture the target and bring him back alive. CONFUSION struck Kuroo at the request, but the money quickly SILENCED his concerns. This was the fourth contract this month. Kuroo was known for being fast-- efficient. Bearing this trait leaves a mark in the dark underbelly of Tokyo, and an ENDLESS stream of contracts.
The hitman donned a smile and walked through the door, navigating through the crowd of people HUSTLING and BUSTLING. They were yelling across the room. Some about articles, others about poster design, and then there was the group huddled around the television-- yelling as though the anchorman could hear their protests. His body effortlessly d o d g e d the people frantically moving, making it easily to the back room. The door was halfway open, and on the desk were MOUNTAINS of papers for speeches and who knows what else. A hunched over blonde figure seemed to be trying to chip away at the papers. That’s him. Kuroo took a deep breath and gently k n o c k e d on the door to announce his presence.
“ Tsukishima-san? My name is Kuroo Tetsurou, and I’m now your new press secretary. Is there anything that I can do for you? “
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