The portal opened in an alley drenched in neon.With a low hum and a snap of energy, Agent 47 stepped out, his polished Oxfords touching wet concrete slick from recent rain.
Behind him, the portal fizzled out — gone like a ghost's whisper.He adjusted his red tie, straightened his suit.
The city buzzed around him. Tokyo, alive and radiant.
47 walked out of the alley onto a busy sidewalk. Blinking signs. Distant sirens. Laughter. Phones. Lights.
He looked completely out of place — and yet… no one stopped him.He was too deliberate. Too precise.Most didn't even want to look for too long.
Some young man whispered behind him, eyes wide:
"Yo... that's a clean cosplay of Agent 47.""Dude, the barcode, the guns… that's high-tier."
47 ignored it.
He walked until he found a phone booth — rare, antique, nearly forgotten.He stepped in. The door closed with a faint metallic click.
He dialed.A secure, untraceable number.
One ring.
Then a warm New York drawl on the other end:
"If it ain't the man in the suit. Been a while. Where'd they drop you now, ghost?"
"Tokyo," 47 replied."I need the classic. And a longneck coat. Black. Delivery in three days."
"Always the same. Can do. You'll have it — same drop style. You still tall, bald, and pissed?"
"Yes."
"Good. I'll toss in gloves. Tokyo's cold this time of year."
Click. Call ended.
Still missing one thing.
He turned into a quiet supply shop near the edge of the market district. The kind of store where people didn't ask questions.
He picked up a carbon fiber wire from the tactical gear section.Paid in cash. No words.The clerk never made eye contact.
Outside, he rolled the wire between his hands once — and slid it into its hidden holster inside his jacket.
Back on the street, he moved through the crowded markets of Tokyo.Lanterns hung above food stalls. Holograms danced across tall buildings. Pedestrians laughed over music and beer.
People turned as he passed.
"No way… that's him, right?""Agent 47? Man looks just like the games—"
"Is this a promo? VR stunt?"
He kept walking.
Signs revealed the year: 2028.The world had moved on. But not far enough.
He entered a small electronics store and bought a modern smartphone.Cheap. Prepaid. Functional. Enough.
Then it hit.
A ping in his skull.
[NEXUS SYSTEM – CONTRACT PENDING]
A translucent holographic screen appeared before him, invisible to others. Letters scrolled with mechanical precision.
CONTRACT RECEIVED.
Eliminate: Grade 1 Sorcerer – Takuma InoueThreat Level: HighKnown For: Civilian experimentation, curse harvestingLocation: Shibuya Sector, Tokyo
Bonus Objective: Avoid detection by Jujutsu HighReward: ???Penalty: Death
Timer: 71 hours 43 minutes
The screen flickered.The details solidified. Photo. Map. Surveillance snippet.
He studied the face.
"Sorcerer."
A new kind of target. One that thought magic made him untouchable.
47 slid the phone into his pocket.Stepped off the sidewalk.Blended into the crowd like a ghost.
A new myth had arrived in Tokyo.
Not a curse. Not a sorcerer.
Something worse.
A man with no cursed energy, no bloodlust… just intent.And intent, when sharpened enough, could cut through gods.