Blood Hand Society, an Assassin Organization hidden in the city's shadows.
More than a third of the unsolved murder cases in this city were connected to this organization.
And the remaining two-thirds?
They were more or less entangled with this organization as well.
Yet even so, no one had ever managed to find the slightest trace of it.
Neither former Commissioner Patrick nor the current Sheriff John had succeeded.
The members of this organization seemed capable of turning invisible, appearing without a trace and vanishing without a shadow every time.
Not to mention the leader of this organization.
Even the most detailed records did not state whether the person was male or female.
Simply put, there was no information about the person at all.
Helles was immensely proud of that.
Because no one would have imagined that the leader of an Assassin Organization like the Blood Hand Society was a night watchman.
Every evening, he pushed a cart carrying lamp oil and a ladder through the streets and alleys, filling the street lamps with kerosene and lighting their wicks.
Then, at dawn the next day, he went around extinguishing those wicks.
No one who saw him at night would have become suspicious.
More than half the city knew him as that night watchman.
After all, he had been doing this for twenty years.
And tonight would be his last "night watch."
After tonight, he would have enough gold to retire on.
He would find a place with beautiful scenery and live out the rest of his life in immense comfort.
At the thought of the wonderful life that was about to arrive, even the torrential rain before him became increasingly lovely.
Helles was someone who greatly enjoyed rainy days.
Not only because rain affected people's sight and hearing, but also