My Hitman System

An hour later.

Jin picked up Anil's sister, Nandana, from her school.

They were currently in a cab and were going to the hospital.

She sat next to Jin, with a pale face and clasped hands that kept on fidgeting.

Seeing her like this pained Jin's heart, as he was entirely responsible for what was happening to this family.

He could only hope that Anil's treatment would go alright and he would be fine.

When the cab stopped at the hospital, the girl immediately rushed out of the cab and ran inside.

Jin didn't stop her as he understood the turmoil her mind was under.

He paid the cab driver and soon made his way inside.

When Jin arrived outside the emergency ward he saw a situation he wasn't expecting.

Nandana was crying her lungs out while being in the embrace of the lady who had accompanied Anil to the hospital.

The lady tried hard to comfort Nandana but the pain in her voice showed no signs of alleviation.

Jin immediately approached the two of them to understand the situation.

The lady seemed to have noticed Jin's presence.

When her eyes met Jin's she just shook her head towards him.

'Anil was dead'

That's what it meant and it came as a shocker to Jin.

Without saying anything he just turned around and started walking with his head pointing slightly downwards.

A while later his figure came out of the hospital and walked towards the open park behind the hospital.

Seeing an empty seat not far away from him Jin approached it and sat down.

'Just how many families have I ruined until now?' Jin asked himself this question and gave out a dry chuckle.

It was a chuckle filled with self-mockery.

All this while he had been indiscriminately killing his targets without taking this question into account.

The reason was simple, he didn't care whether they died or not. He still did not care about them if he was being honest.

However, these memory fragments which he got from the system gave him a full glimpse of the times Anil shared with his sister.

The good times, the bad times, their struggles, their happiness…everything.

The mournful image of Nandana flashed in his mind once again and Jin tightened his fists in anger.

Anger that was directed towards himself. If he could have handled things better Anil wouldn't have died.

Now without a brother won't she be left all alone? Wasn't it similar to what had happened to him?

His parents were killed and he was left to provide for himself all alone.

If not for the system he would have continued to live in the way he had been living, completely devoid of hope.

"No, I can't let her go through the same things," Jin said to himself after a couple of minutes and pushed himself off the bench.

…

The lady, Mrs. Rossel, lived in the building next to Anil's.

Every afternoon she had a habit of going out for a stroll and during this time she used to meet Nandana from time to time as she returned from school.

Their interactions grew with time with Mrs Rossel even inviting Nandana for lunch at her place several times.

She saw in Nandana the reflection of a child she never had.

Mrs. Rossel's past was also filled with gloom.

After marrying the love of her life when she thought that everything was going well for her she was hit with the torrential news that she could never become a mother.

Her husband who had supported and comforted her for years left the world just a decade after their marriage.

Thus, she had been living all alone for all these years in the apartment which her husband had bought for them.

She was currently discussing with the hospital staff about the payments related to the pre-death treatment that was given to Anil.

While the hospital empathised with Nandana's situation and wrote off half of the payments there was still a considerable amount left to pay.

For Mrs. Rossel who was barely surviving with the pension money she had received from her husband's workplace, it was a hefty sum.

Just then she saw Jin's figure approaching and approached him for help as she explained the whole situation to him.

"I'll definitely repay the amount with time, so you don't need to worry about that. I can even give you my phone number and address so you know that I'm not running away with the money…"

Mrs. Rossel added at the end to emphasize the fact that she was really in need of the money as she had taken the responsibility of becoming Nandana's legal guardian and therefore she needed to spend her money carefully.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Jin patiently listened to her and admired how she was willing to help Nandana in this situation.

He knew that she was just their neighbour and not related to them by blood. However, she was still willing to go that far for Nandana's sake.

'If maybe I had someone like this at that time my fate would have been something different,' Jin mused to himself.

"How much money do you need?" Jin asked her.

"200,000 Draks. I've already paid 300,000 from my side but the total bill is of 500,000 and I need to save something to manage Nandana's life as well," Mrs. Rossel explained.

Jin immediately transferred the required sum of money to the hospital and completed the transaction.

Mrs. Rossel was extremely grateful to Jin.

Even when she had asked Jin for help she knew that the chances of him helping her were almost zero but to her surprise he ended up helping her pay the required sum of money.

While she was immersed in this sense of gratefulnes, Jin took a paper from the administration office and wrote something on it and passed it to Mrs. Rossel.

"What's this?" Mrs. Rossel looked at the paper with a furrowed expression.

"If there's ever a need of more money, be sure to call this number," With that said, Jin bid his goodbye and left the administration office.

With a woman like this in her life, Jin was sure that Nandana's future would be different.

Outside the office Jin, glanced at Nandana's grieving figure sitting on a bench not far away from them one last time before turning around and leaving the hospital.

He hoped that she would be able to come out of this trauma soon.