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In the north you were either a farmer or an assassin for the government which you belonged to. And you are almost never an assassin. But he was different, Tsumetai was far different than the others. Since he could remember there was always this skeleton/reaper looking creature that followed him anywhere he went. It was mad or angry though it's stature suggest other wise. The undead figure seemed to always protect him in danger. Though it was annoying, the figures presence eventually became quite a normal sight for his everyday life. As he moved on through his life, at the young age of twelve he was accepted as an assassin for the northern US.

Most children start their life off pretty normal. Ya’know simles, toys, friends. The simple enjoyable things. We’ll, I’m sorry to tell you that mine wasn’t like that AT ALL. My smiles were erased from the books of history especially on that day.  It was December of 1997. School just got off and I was headed home the usual walk through the park (Pine Peaks) and then further over the Robinson’s lawn. My next door neighbors the Robinson’s, they were cool. Whenever my Mom and Dad went out to dinner which was usually Friday, which happened to be today. I would be escorted with my favorite card games, “Rook”