MISSION: INFILTRATE THE LUXURY TRAIN & ELIMINATE THE TARGET.

Back at the penthouse hideout, the team barely has time to relax before Raven’s voice crackles over the comms.

Raven: "Good work, floral assassins. Now, get ready for your next mission."

Kenji groans, dropping onto the couch dramatically.

Kenji: "We literally just got back! Can’t we at least enjoy some overpriced champagne from that wedding first?"

Alexier grabs a bottle from the counter, pops it open, and takes a sip.

Alexier: "Too late. I already started."

Yashiro chuckles, lounging on the armrest.

Yashiro: "C’mon, Kenji. You don’t wanna miss out on another round of dressing up, do you?"

Seiran sips his coffee, unbothered.

Seiran: "Just get to the point, Raven."

Raven clears her throat.

Raven: "Fine. Your next target is a high-profile corporate informant. He’s currently aboard an exclusive luxury train traveling through the mountains. The only way to get close—"

Kenji immediately perks up.

Kenji: "—Don’t say it. Don’t say it—"

Raven: "—is by disguising yourselves as the onboard entertainment crew."

Kenji facepalms.

Kenji: "Are we assassins or a freaking talent agency?!"

Alexier, taking another sip: "Both, apparently."

MISSION: INFILTRATE THE LUXURY TRAIN & ELIMINATE THE TARGET.

Mission: "First-Class Killers"

Back at the penthouse hideout, the team barely has time to relax before Raven’s voice crackles over the comms.

Raven: "Good work, floral assassins. Now, get ready for your next mission."

Kenji groans, dropping onto the couch dramatically.

Kenji: "We literally just got back! Can’t we at least enjoy some overpriced champagne from that wedding first?"

Alexier grabs a bottle from the counter, pops it open, and takes a sip.

Alexier: "Too late. I already started."

Yashiro chuckles, lounging on the armrest.

Yashiro: "C’mon, Kenji. You don’t wanna miss out on another round of dressing up, do you?"

Seiran sips his coffee, unbothered.

Seiran: "Just get to the point, Raven."

Raven clears her throat.

Raven: "Fine. Your next target is a high-profile corporate informant. He’s currently aboard an exclusive luxury train traveling through the mountains. The only way to get close—"

Kenji immediately perks up.

Kenji: "—Don’t say it. Don’t say it—"

Raven: "—is by disguising yourselves as the onboard entertainment crew."

Kenji facepalms.

Kenji: "Are we assassins or a freaking talent agency?!"

Alexier, taking another sip: "Both, apparently."

Yashiro: "What kind of entertainment are we talking about, exactly?"

Raven: "That’s the best part. You’ll be posing as... the train’s live musical act."

Kenji drops onto the floor dramatically.

Kenji: "The author did this, didn’t she?!"

Raven sips her coffee, completely unbothered.

Raven: "Yes. She did."

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MISSION: INFILTRATE THE LUXURY TRAIN & ELIMINATE THE TARGET.

Disguises: Musicians for the "Golden Sonata" performance.

Kenji: "Well, I call drums. That way I can just hit things."

Alexier: "I play the violin."

Yashiro: "I guess I’ll take piano. Hey, Seiranchi, you wanna sing?"

Seiran glares. "Do I look like a pop star to you?"

Kenji grins. "Kinda."

Seiran: "I will kill you before we even board the train."

"Golden Sonata" - A Train Heist Like No Other

The luxurious "Golden Sonata" train cuts through the snowy mountain pass, its interior gleaming with gold-trimmed elegance. The wealthy guests sip wine, unaware that their live musicians are actually assassins.

Kenji, Alexier, Seiran, and Yashiro stand on stage, dressed in sharp black suits, instruments in hand.

Kenji (drums): "If anyone so much as snickers, I’m throwing a drumstick at their head."

Alexier (violin): "Just play the damn setlist. I’ll handle the high notes... and the high-value targets."

Yashiro (piano): "Alright, alright. But Seiran, you gotta sell it. Make it look real."

Seiran (microphone in hand, deadpan): "... I hate all of you."

The music starts. Their fingers move skillfully across their instruments, blending into the sophisticated atmosphere. But beneath the music... they’re scanning the crowd. The target is here. Guards are watching. One wrong move, and their cover is blown.

Then, Seiran locks eyes with the target. A subtle glance. The signal is set.

Cue the chaos.

Action explodes mid-performance. Alexier swings his violin like a weapon, smashing an incoming guard. Kenji tosses a drumstick, taking out a sniper. Yashiro flips the piano stool into a goon’s face while Seiran, still holding the mic, delivers a roundhouse kick.

The train erupts into gunfire, but the music never stops.

Kenji (dodging bullets): "This is hands down the worst concert I’ve ever been part of!"

Alexier (parrying a knife strike with his violin bow): "Shut up and keep the rhythm!"

Yashiro (smirking, while blocking an attack): "Well, Seiran, you’re finally center stage. Enjoying the spotlight?"

Seiran (breaking someone’s arm while holding the mic): "Die."

Do they escape in style, or does another assassin join the fight?

Maybe the target has a trick up their sleeve?

Golden Sonata – An Assassin’s Overture

Luxurious Train "Golden Sonata," En Route to the Wedding Gala

The Golden Sonata was more than a train—it was a moving fortress. Lined with gold embellishments, velvet seats, and a private stage, it catered only to the wealthiest elite. Tonight, it carried high-profile guests, including a prominent mafia lord—their target.

Inside the main gala car, an elegant string quartet played softly, setting the mood for the evening. Except these weren’t actual musicians.

Kenji, Alexier, Seiran, and Yashiro stood on stage, instruments in hand, blending into the sophisticated backdrop.

Kenji adjusted his glasses, tapping the drumsticks against his palm.

"This mission is already stupid. I should be sniping people, not drumming."

Alexier tightened the strings on his violin, his sharp gaze locked on their target at a VIP table.

"Shut up and act natural."

Yashiro, fingers positioned over the grand piano keys, smirked.

"Seiran, you ready? You’re the star tonight."

Seiran, standing front and center, holding the microphone, gave them all a death glare.

"If any of you laugh, I will end you before the mission does."

Kenji, suppressing a chuckle, leaned toward Alexier.

"How the hell did we end up sending Seiran in as the lead vocalist?"

Alexier smirked.

"Because he’s the only one who looks like he actually belongs here. You and Yashiro look like walking crimes."

The lights dimmed. A hush fell over the guests. The music began.

The Performance Before the Storm

The melody started slow, elegant—a mesmerizing tune echoing through the hall. They played flawlessly, blending into their roles so well that even the trained guards watching the VIP section relaxed.

Kenji, playing the drums, kept an eye on the security rotations.

Alexier, dragging his bow across the violin, scanned the weak points of the train’s security system.

Yashiro, fingers gliding across the piano keys, studied the target’s movements.

And Seiran? Despite his usual deadpan expression, his voice carried a haunting beauty, weaving seamlessly into the melody. It was a trap within a masterpiece.

The target, a high-ranking mafia boss, sipped his wine, completely unaware that his final moments were playing out before him.

Then, the signal came. A flicker of light from a nearby chandelier—a go signal from their informant.

The real performance was about to begin

The First Strike – Chaos Begins

In a split second, Alexier flicked his violin bow—a concealed wire shot out, wrapping around a nearby guard’s throat. With a swift pull, the man collapsed silently.

Kenji spun a drumstick in his fingers before hurling it with pinpoint accuracy, knocking a pistol from another guard’s hands.

Yashiro flipped the grand piano stool into the air, catching it just as a guard lunged—slamming it into the attacker’s ribs with a sickening crack.

And Seiran? He continued singing.

The guests hadn’t noticed yet. The music masked the subtle takedowns.

But then—one of the guards caught on.

"Wait a damn minute—!!"

BOOM.

Kenji pulled a hidden pistol from inside the drum set and fired. The guard dropped, sending panic surging through the guests.

Full Combat Mode Activated

The once-elegant gala erupted into mayhem.

Guards stormed toward the stage.

Alexier twisted mid-air, using the violin bow like a garrote to take down another attacker.

Kenji grabbed a champagne bottle, smashing it over an enemy’s head before rolling over the table and disarming another gunman.

Yashiro dodged a knife strike and spun, kicking the attacker into a buffet table.

Seiran ducked under gunfire, flipping the mic stand into a guard’s throat, silencing him instantly.

Guest screams filled the air. Tables overturned. Bullets flew. The mission had gone from undercover to full-scale combat.

The Target’s Last Stand

The mafia lord, now realizing he was the true prey, bolted toward the exit.

Alexier and Seiran pursued.

But just as they were about to strike—a hidden bodyguard lunged, tackling Seiran.

Alexier reacted instantly, kicking off a nearby table and delivering a devastating mid-air spin-kick, sending the attacker flying.

Seiran wiped blood from his lip and grabbed Alexier’s wrist.

"Focus on the target."

Alexier nodded. "End this."

The mafia boss pulled out a hidden pistol, aiming straight at Seiran.

BANG!

A bullet whizzed past Seiran’s ear.

But it wasn’t from the target.

Kenji, from across the room, had fired first.

The mafia boss fell backward, blood pooling beneath him.

Kenji blew imaginary smoke from the barrel of his pistol.

"Well, that was a pain in the ass."

The mission was complete

Escape Before Reinforcements Arrive

The team rendezvoused near the train’s rooftop hatch, preparing to escape before security reinforcements arrived.

Yashiro smirked, leaning against the exit.

"Gotta say, Seiran, your performance was killer. Literally."

Seiran, still catching his breath, shot him a glare.

Alexier cracked his neck.

"This whole musician act better not become a habit."

Kenji grinned.

"Nah, next mission, we’ll be floral designers, remember? Assassin Florists—coming soon."

Seiran muttered.

*"I swear, if Raven makes us do another dumb disguise mission—"

Kenji threw an arm over his shoulder.

"Cheer up, Seiranchi. You looked amazing up there. Maybe I’ll call you ‘Idol Seiran’ from now on."

Seiran kicked Kenji off the rooftop hatch.

Kenji: "YOU LITTLE—!!"

Alexier and Yashiro sighed.

"We should probably catch him before he falls to his death."

And with that, the team disappeared into the night—another mission, another legend.

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What’s Next?

A new high-profile mission from Raven.

More hilarious but badass disguises.

Deepening the bond between Seiran & Yashiro.

The team getting more infamous in the underground world.

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