Tao is a killer. He ends lives like the Hades himself- a quick silent shot into the dark is all it takes- thats how fragile life is; he muses. Tao is perfect for his job- until he strands himself on the Sahara desert- and meets a mysterious man with a half smile. His name is Kris. And through him, Tao learns what it truly means to kill.      Companion-shot: What it means to breathe {x}  Foreword"Who the heck are you?" Tao hissed, staring down at the clean cut through his skin, blood oozing silently through the precise scratch- just deep enough to bleed, but not enough to hurt. "Im Kris- and Im a killer, like you."