Tiger was walking through the school corridors toward his class when he suddenly felt something.
Someone was watching him.
He briefly glanced upward toward the rooftop, but nothing immediately caught his attention. Tiger decided to ignore the feeling and continued walking toward his classroom.
However, someone really was standing on the rooftop.
The mysterious person wore a stylish red jacket and white pants. His hair was completely white, and a noticeable scar ran across his neck. He silently watched Tiger walking below.
A grin slowly appeared on his face.
"Ab maza aayega," he murmured, rubbing both of his hands together.
Meanwhile, Tiger continued walking through the corridor. He was about to turn right toward his classroom when someone suddenly appeared directly in front of him.
Tiger immediately stopped.
"Sorry, I need to go," Tiger said. "Could you please move aside?"
The stranger smiled. "Arre, arre. Of course I'll let you go. Just listen to one thing first."
Tiger looked slightly impatient. "But I only have a few minu—"
"Don't be in such a hurry," the stranger interrupted. "What will happen if you miss school for one day? Hehe."
The stranger stepped slightly to Tiger's left, standing face-to-face with him.
Tiger thought that he could finally continue walking.
But the moment Tiger tried to move, the stranger immediately stepped in front of him again, blocking his path.
Tiger's expression changed.
"Don't you think you're doing a little too much now?" he asked angrily.
"Hmmm…" the stranger said thoughtfully. "Maybe I am. But don't you want to know what I came here to take from you?"
He once again moved to Tiger's left side, standing directly in front of him.
Tiger sighed. "I don't have time for all this. Just tell me what you want."
The stranger smiled.
"By now, you should have already understood what I want."
Tiger stared at him. "What do you mean?"
"You really are innocent," the stranger said.
He paused for a moment before continuing.
"Fine. I won't ask you for that thing right now."
His smile widened.
"But instead of asking… maybe I'll just steal it."
Suddenly, the stranger moved at incredible speed and reached for Tiger's hand.
Tiger quickly pulled his hand away and stepped backward, creating some distance between them.
"If someone sees us here, it'll create a lot of trouble," Tiger warned him.
"Who is going to see us here?" the stranger replied with a quiet laugh.
Once again, he rushed toward Tiger and attempted to grab his hand.
Tiger avoided him for the second time.
"Why don't you just tell me normally why you came here?" Tiger asked.
The stranger sighed.
"Look, I'm not the type of person who reveals his purpose immediately. I'll tell you my purpose after I've accomplished what I came here to do."
Tiger was about to respond.
"But—"
The stranger suddenly looked irritated.
"You really are…"
He stopped himself.
"Forget it."
He moved approximately four or five meters away from Tiger.
Then, he reached into his pocket and pulled something out.
Cards.
Tiger stared at them.
"Cards?"
Suddenly, flames began appearing around the cards in the stranger's hand.
Tiger's expression immediately changed.
"Fire?"
The cards continued burning without being destroyed.
"These don't look like normal cards," Tiger thought. "They're literally burning…"
Without warning, the stranger threw the burning cards directly toward Tiger.
Tiger quickly moved aside.
The cards struck the wall behind him.
CRACK!
Small cracks appeared across the surface of the wall.
Tiger looked back at the damage.
"He actually damaged the wall with cards…"
Tiger turned toward the stranger.
"I seriously don't like people who laugh during a fight," Tiger said. "But I only want to know one thing."
The stranger waited.
"Your name." Tiger said seriously.
And Tiger's expression became serious.
"So that the next time I meet you… it'll be the last meeting between us."
The stranger stared at him for a moment.
Then he started laughing.
"Haha…"
"You think knowing my name means our next meeting will be our last?"
He smiled.
"Maybe it will be." He said.
He tilted his head slightly and said.
"But what did you say earlier? You don't like people who laugh during fights?"
The stranger laughed again.
"That's the first time I've ever heard someone say that."
He casually placed his hand on his jacket.
"Fine. We'll find out later whether our next meeting will be the last one… or only the second."
The stranger slowly opened one of the buttons on his jacket.
Written underneath was a single name.
Scar.
Tiger quietly repeated it.
"Scar…"
Suddenly, both of them sensed something.
Someone was coming.
The sounds from their fight had attracted attention.
Scar immediately jumped.
With a single powerful leap, he reached the rooftop.
Tiger quickly looked upward.
But Scar had already disappeared.
Tiger sighed.
"Why does everyone disappear so quickly?"
As Tiger continued looking toward the rooftop, something suddenly floated down through the air.
A small folded piece of paper.
Tiger caught it and opened it.
Written on the paper was a strange code:
-.-. --- -- . / - --- / - .... . / .- ... ... .- ... ... .. -. / .... . .- -.. --.- ..- .- .-. - . .-. ... / - --- -- --- .-. .-. --- .-- / .- - / ....- / .--. --
Tiger stared at it in confusion.
"What is this?"
He turned the paper over, wondering if there was anything else written on the other side.
Then Tiger suddenly realized something.
"Wait…"
He looked at the code again.
"Is this Morse code?"
Tiger stood there for a moment, carefully trying to understand it.
Then his eyes widened.
"It says…"
"Come to the Assassin Headquarters tomorrow at 4 PM."
Before Tiger could think further about the message, a teacher suddenly appeared nearby.
"What are you doing here?" the teacher immediately asked. "There's not much time left. Go to your class quickly."
Tiger hesitated.
"Uh—"
Without saying anything else, he quickly folded the paper and placed it inside his pocket.
Then Tiger immediately headed toward his classroom.