He walked through the large gates of Twinsbrooke while wearing a large black cloak that concealed both his weapons and his face. Two town guards stopped in front of him and one of them spoke, "State your name and business." "Who, me?" The sixteen year old responded with a soft smirk. "Your name and business! State it now!" Instead of saying anything, the boy leaped into the air and as he did the cloak stopped covering the weapons. Before the guards could grab their own weapons, he tossed a dagger at their heads and watched as their corpses dropped to the ground. As he landed on the ground his hood fell down, revealing his face. The nearby citizens let out a shriek of horror as they stared at him. His smirk grew as he crouched down and ripped the knives out of the guard's skulls. "I have to say, I was expecting more from the guards that keep killers out." The boy, who was known as Shinigami, glanced to his left as more guards arrived. "Put your hands up!" "Oh, I almost forgot. How rude of me. I never said who I was and what my business is. Well, I won't say my name but I'm called Shinigami and I'm here to kill everyone."