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DEATH BILL – EPISODE 4

"A New Beginning"

The morning light barely touched the dark-tinted windows of Kenji’s high-rise condo. Alexier sat on the couch, staring at the floor, his fingers lightly gripping the fabric of the clothes Kenji had given him.

Last night felt like a fever dream.

Rescued by a stranger.

Fed by a stranger.

And now—stuck in the home of a man he didn’t trust.

Across the room, Kenji leaned back on the kitchen counter, sipping coffee, watching Alexier with an amused smirk.

"So. What's your plan, kid?"

Alexier exhaled sharply. "I don’t have one."

"Yeah, no shit." Kenji set his mug down. "That’s why I’m asking."

Alexier looked up, scowling. "Why do you even care?"

Kenji chuckled, pushing himself off the counter. He walked over and plopped down on the couch beside Alexier, invading his space without a care.

"Let’s just say I like lost causes." Kenji stretched his arms over the back of the couch. "And you, my friend, are the saddest, most hopeless cause I’ve seen in a while."

Alexier clenched his jaw, irritation flaring.

Kenji grinned at his reaction. "Relax. I’m offering you something. A deal, if you will."

Alexier narrowed his eyes. "A deal?"

Kenji leaned in slightly, his smirk never fading. "Stick with me. I’ll give you a roof over your head, food, and—if you’re a good boy—" he tapped a finger against Alexier’s forehead, "—I might just teach you how to get revenge."

Alexier didn’t flinch, but something inside him twisted.

Revenge.

The word lit a fire in his chest, one that had been dying out for too long.

"And what do you get?" Alexier asked, his voice quieter now.

Kenji shrugged. "Entertainment. You’re a pain in the ass, but you’ve got potential."

Alexier looked away. His heart was racing, but he kept his expression neutral.

Kenji suddenly grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at him.

"But let’s get one thing straight, kid." His voice was smooth, but there was a sharp edge beneath it. "If you accept my offer, you don’t get to back out. You listen to me. You follow my orders. No whining, no running away."

His grip was firm but not painful.

"Do we have a deal?"

Alexier hated the idea of being controlled by someone again.

But he hated his weakness even more.

After a long silence, he exhaled. "...Fine."

Kenji’s smirk widened. "Atta boy."

He let go of Alexier’s chin and clapped his hands.

"Great! First order of business—" Kenji’s eyes scanned Alexier up and down, then he grimaced.

"You look like a damn beggar. We’re getting you cleaned up."

Alexier blinked. "What—?"

Before he could react, Kenji grabbed his wrist and dragged him out the door.

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SCENE CHANGE – THE SHOPPING DISTRICT

Alexier hated every second of it.

Kenji had practically thrown him into a high-end clothing store, forcing him into various outfits while making obnoxious commentary.

"Too stiff."

"Too edgy."

"Now you look like a sad little rich boy."

At some point, Alexier just gave up resisting.

The worst part?

Kenji deliberately took him to the men’s underwear section just to mess with him.

"What about this one?" Kenji held up a pair of black silk boxers, grinning. "Or are you more of a cute-pattern guy?"

Alexier snatched the nearest thing off the rack and shoved it into the basket. "Shut up."

Kenji just laughed.

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SCENE CHANGE – BACK AT THE CONDO

Kenji leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, watching as Alexier stood in front of a mirror, staring at his transformed reflection.

Gone was the ragged, unkempt man who had wandered the streets like a ghost.

In his place stood someone who almost looked like a person again.

His dark hair was trimmed, his face was sharper, and the fitted clothes Kenji had chosen made him look... normal.

But deep down, Alexier knew—this was just a mask.

The real him was still broken.

Still hungry for revenge.

Kenji smirked. "Not bad, kid. Almost makes you look like someone worth saving."

Alexier turned to him. "What’s next?"

Kenji’s grin widened.

"Training."

He tossed something at Alexier—

Alexier caught it.

A gun.

"Welcome to the real world, kid."

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TO BE CONTINUED...

NEXT EPISODE: Alexier’s training begins.

He learns quickly that Kenji isn’t just some ordinary assassin—he’s ruthless, dangerous, and expects nothing less than perfection.

But Alexier isn’t a willing student.

He fights back, challenging Kenji at every turn.

Tension grows. Their dynamic shifts.

And as the training intensifies, Kenji sees something in Alexier he didn’t expect.

DEATH BILL – EPISODE 5

"A Killer’s Lesson"

The gun felt foreign in Alexier’s hand.

Its weight was heavier than he expected.

Kenji smirked as he leaned against the counter, arms crossed. "Ever held one before?"

Alexier glanced down at the sleek, black pistol. "No."

Kenji’s smirk widened. "Good. That means I get to teach you from scratch."

He pushed off the counter and gestured for Alexier to follow.

"Come on, kid. We’re going somewhere special."

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SCENE CHANGE – THE ABANDONED WAREHOUSE

The warehouse was cold and empty, its metal beams rusting with age.

A long table was set up near the center, covered in various weapons—knives, pistols, even a sniper rifle.

Alexier hesitated as Kenji casually walked over and grabbed another pistol, spinning it in his hand before aiming at a man-shaped target on the wall.

BANG.

A single shot.

Right between the eyes.

Alexier tensed.

Kenji turned to him, smirking. "Your turn."

Alexier swallowed his nerves and lifted the gun. His grip was awkward, fingers stiff.

"Tch. You're gripping it too hard."

Kenji walked up behind him and, without warning, grabbed Alexier’s hands, adjusting his fingers with a firm but deliberate touch.

Alexier stiffened at the unexpected closeness.

"Loosen up. You're holding a gun, not strangling it." Kenji’s voice was low, right near his ear.

Alexier scowled but followed his instructions.

Kenji took a step back. "Now, aim and shoot."

Alexier inhaled sharply, locking onto the target.

He pulled the trigger.

BANG.

The bullet missed completely, embedding itself into the wall.

Kenji laughed.

"Damn, that was pathetic."

Alexier gritted his teeth, anger flaring. "Shut up."

Kenji smirked. "What? You mad, kid?" He leaned in, taunting. "Wanna take that anger and do something with it?"

Alexier turned to him, eyes burning.

Kenji saw it—the fire.

Good.

This kid wasn’t weak.

Just untamed.

"Again." Kenji ordered.

Alexier refused to fail.

He lifted the gun—focused.

BANG.

This time, the bullet hit the target’s shoulder.

Kenji’s grin widened.

"Better."

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SCENE CHANGE – NIGHTFALL, KENJI’S CONDO

Alexier collapsed onto the couch, exhausted. His arms ached from training, his legs felt like lead.

Kenji casually sat beside him, sipping a glass of whiskey.

"Not bad for a rookie." He glanced at Alexier. "But you still suck."

Alexier groaned, too tired to argue.

Kenji chuckled.

There was a strange silence between them.

For once, it wasn’t uncomfortable.

Kenji studied Alexier—his determination, his hidden pain.

This kid had been through hell.

And yet, he still wanted to fight.

Kenji took another sip of his drink before setting it down.

"I’ll make a killer out of you yet, kid."

Alexier, half-asleep, muttered, "I don’t want to be a killer."

Kenji smirked, leaning back.

"We’ll see."

NEXT EPISODE: Alexier’s training gets brutal.

Kenji pushes him beyond his limits, forcing him into life-or-death situations.

Tensions rise. Their bond grows deeper.

But Kenji isn’t training him just for fun.

Because Alexier’s first real mission is coming.

And it will change everything.

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