The Hex himself strode in. With each step he took, it was as though his subordinates could see death itself walking beside him. His name symbolized death. He was the killer and the leader of them all.

His appearance made many of the assassins present shiver in fear.

The Hex had never shown his true face to anyone. Even when he made an appearance before his own subordinates like today, he would wear a stiff mask made of actual human skin to obscure his actual appearance.

The Hex walked in and sat on a ratty old couch. He looked at the crowd like he was a king, and the voice...