As I sat on the sofa, fiddling with my smartphone, the handcuffed man in the darkroom was dozing off.

I talked teasingly to the assassin, who was swaying her body back and forth.

“Are you getting sleepy? ”

“Ha! I don’t sleep. I’ll always keep an eye on Sagami.”

“You’ve been dozing off. Then, you want a cup of coffee? ”

You must be happy that your enemy is giving you the thing you want most, caffeine. But it’s also true that such a good thing won’t happen without something in return.

“Are you sure….? I’m not a guest, am I? What, are you going to put some kind of weird stimulant in me?”

She still doesn’t seem to trust me.

I was the assassin’s target, so I should be the one who wanted to kill her the most, and it would be difficult for her to trust such a person.

“I won’t do that. If I were going to do that, I would have done it a long time ago. I would never drug and break my future wife.”

“Even if you didn’t do that. I have been broken since a long time ago.”

The assassin laughed weakly. Her sad face makes me feel protective of her, but I am also the same.

“Assassin-san. If you’re worried about being broken, I have just the best thing to sell to you.”

“…What are you trying to do?”

“As a special agent, I’ve buried so many people that I’m used to being broken, and I can provide you with someone who understands the heart of such an assassin and declares that he will love her forever. ”

The assassin’s face, which had been dark before, changed to a scornful look that told me I was an idiot. That’s a good look for an assassin.

“That’s definitely a defective item. I’m not an impulsive buyer.”

“Not an impulsive buyer is a good skill to have in my bookkeeping role. Well, I’ll try to make enough money, so the assassin doesn’t have to worry about money.”

“Sagami shouldn’t talk about money… I’m sure you have at least 340 million yen in your pocket.”

“I think the assassin will spend it all.”

“I like to save money to the limit…. and why am I talking to my target like this? I am a disqualified assassin… ”

The assassin changes her sitting position to a cross-legged sitting position. It’s a good thing she’s becoming less cautious. Like a raging beast turned into a guard dog.

“It smells good… ”

“Looks like coffee’s ready. I’m a coffee eater, so I can’t taste anything but coffee.”

“Isn’t the only thing that Sagami’s trying to eat was me?”

When she makes such a comment, the assassin holds her mouth with her hand as if she had made a mistake. I immediately interrupt her.

“Did you mean ‘Don’t eat any other girl but me!’ ? Should I write a novel with the title ‘The assassin-chan’s possessiveness is getting dangerous’ ? ”

“I don’t know or care who Sagami plays with. He’s a v*rgin anyway, so I don’t think he can touch anyone.”

The assassin snickers at me. As expected, the assassin, indeed, doesn’t seem to be affected by my agitation.

I get up and go to the counter to have a cup of coffee with the assassin and spend the night.