Narrator POV It being weeks since Morrie started living with the strange boy in his abandoned building. He is quiet and has never even talked to Morrie not even to tell his name. Every morning he would leave to a strange place and would mostly come back with food to which to Morrie's knowledge he doesn't beg on the street. So Morrie tried following him but he would always catch her and send her back.Until one day he took her to a place.An abandoned warehouse.A gathering of kids like them some maybe even older.It gave the feeling of a cult but way too organized for that.Wouldn't also be called an organization because organizations are governed by rules.No specific hierarchy.No leaders.No doctrines.Just understanding.However they were welcomed by a young man who would be in his early 20s. " hey Kael you brought another kid" he said looking down at Morrie.He took her by the hands and looked her straight in the eye. "This is a strong one Kael brush her up" he said. Kael nods slightly. From then on they would alway meet in abandoned places - basement half burned buildings and so on, place the city had given up on. The group was made up of kids mostly, some older. Some too calm for their age. Everyone arrived alone and everyone left alone.Morrie was told what to believe.They showed her what to endure.Silence for hours.Cold floor.Eyes watching without judgment Pain wasn't inflicted, it was offered for growth.Of you accepted it, you were allowed to stay.That was the rule.And Morrie stayed.She learned that control wasn't all about stopping fear or pain.It was about letting it pass through you until it got tired of you.He never pressured her.Never guided her.Just watched.The truth was never spoken aloud but it revealed itself in fragments.The group wasn't looking for believers. They were selecting assassins through their temperament.Before Morrie turned twelve, a pistol was placed on a table in front of her.No instructions.No praise.Just a single sentence from the man before. "If you are afraid of it don't touch it".She picked it up. By then her hands didn't shakeanymore.She learned firearms the same way she learnt everything else - by observation repetition and mistakes. Misses were correction in silence. Hit were acknowledgement with justa nod.By 20 Morrie Morrie was professional snipist, not because she was promoted, but because oneday the target stopped moving and she adjusted.All this time the boy was beside her.He grew with her.Trained with her and bled with her.Their bond wasn't romantic, it waz forged through shared silence, shared danger, shared survival and shared missions. He was the only constant. Year later. When Morrie first sensed him watching her. He was already gone. No goodbyes. No explanation. Just absence. The same kind she had learnt to live with. Except this time it felt intentional.......As they grew up, Kael started drifting. Not emotionally but in focus - he was still besides her as always but there was a distance in his focus, like part of him was somewhere else.He wore of something that always took away his attention. Alway up late at night. Always alone. But Morrie never asked. In this world curiosity kills the cat.Then one day, Kael didn't come back.No traces.No body.Just gone.Morrie searched his quarters the same way she searched a site after a bit - methodical.That's when she found it.A single bullet, not finished, not polished.Taken apart and reassembled so many times, the casing was scared microscopic tool marks and it was wrapped in a folded blueprint, hand drown and precise.This bullet wasn't made to kill.It was made to erase.Not a body.Not a mind.Existence itself.The bullet contains a syrup that aids the erasure of a target.It messes with a persons connection with time, space and casualty. As if the target has never beenBut the blueprint stopped halfway through Someone had forced the work to stop ORMorrie then realizes Kael wasn't training to be an assassin anymore.He was trying to end the game entirely MOMENTS BEFORE DISAPPEARANCE Kael POV This new design of bullet is our way of getting out of this mess of a life we are in. Our only for us to leave without Morrie remembering a single thing about it. Now the group has found out about the bullet which is still a surprise to me, they also want me to sell of the idea as it would help in the assassin market to which i refused and it got the group mad. I'm not sure if i'm going to be around any much longer, i'm going to leave any obvious clue for Morrie as to figuring what happened to me. She is a smart girl.Few Days Later When i was working on the bullet, i heard the group coming after me. I didn't run i just relaxed as they planned on killing me and taking over the project. Just when they were about to take the shot a portal opened up, and a figure emerge for it faceless with three glowing eyes. Scared the group retreated. All i could do was wonder if my hypothesis of the The Uncaused Beings being in existence was actually correct. The thing studied my before grabbing me into the portal.
