I’ve been an assassin since before I can remember. All that I’ve ever been since the genetic mutations were implemented when I was just an embryo is a weapon. I was engineered to be the perfect warrior, with no feelings to get in the way of doing my duty, cunning as a fox and faster than your average Olympic runner. But recently... Ive been compromised. Foreword--Daehyun--I was currently sitting on in an armchair, watching the boy from before sleeping soundly on my bed, curled up into the fetal position.I’d made him some pasta, and we’d only talked enough to get by. I still didn’t know his name, but he was looking much healthier now that he’s gotten some sleep and some food in his stomach.As I sat there, I was thinking about what this boy made me feel and why I was starting to feel it. I googled the definition of sympathy. It’s the harmony of or agreement in feeling, as between persons or on the part of one person with respect to another. I can’t be doing this. I can’t allow myself to feel. Once I feel for one person, I’ll start to feel for everyone. And I’ll stop being able to do my job. Stop being able to do what I was made to do. Literally.Why now? Why this guy? I’ve seen hundreds of thousands of guys of all races, cultures and appearances. What about this particular person made me want to take care of him, made me care for his future and wish I could be a part of that future?