Again I got those memories, those memories revolving around my tattoo. I was...an assassin of some sort. But apparently I wasn't living up to my job. I was letting people go because I felt pity for them. And if my memories suggest right these were REALLY REALLY dangerous people-Like it was my job to remove something that could really hurt the whole
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