Shinji
"...Damn."
He couldn't be more than in his early twenties. Unless... Shinji grimaced, thinking about the kind of work he had to put up with. But it was honest work. He took the contract, asked no questions, and the trail led him here. Honestly... he'd much rather go to a tavern and ask for a nice bloody sausage and a warm soup.
But glancing at the guns in his hands... he figured he'd have to repay the loan eventually. So here we stand.
He locked eyes with his target.
And suddenly, kicked off the church's golden rooftop. With that motion, he brought his whole body plummeting downwards, his head headed towards the concrete with speed growing more and more intense. The pressure of the wind, the speed... it managed to get him smiling a little.
Before he flipped his body, red coat riding under him, and slammed his feet on the ground. The floor cracked, and the two men were now on an even ground. Gun on one hand, gun on the other, it was no surprise why he'd be here.
"Nice to meet you kid." No questions, no thinking, just the feel of the coin after the day was done. He lived too long to pick sides. The only side that mattered was the boy's face now facing the end of his pistol. No smile, no joy. Only an empty feeling.
"Hope you feel the same."