I have no name, I live with no purpose, and I have no history. I live deep in the forests of Fultztopia. For as long as I can remember I have purposefully moved deeper into the woods in an attempt to live as far away from civilization as possible. Recently, travelers and wanderers have been invading my space and disturbing my way of life. This must come to an end. For years I have trained in the way of the ninja, and now it is time to use these skills to eradicate the trespassers.

The first man was a well-equipped traveler. He was carrying a lot of computer equipment and seemed as if he were preforming tests on my land. I don’t like, nor trust, technology and decided he would become my target. From afar I hit him in the neck with a poison dart made of Rosary Pea; he was dead in seconds. I gathered his equipment and snuck to the edge of town where I dropped it for others to find; and to send a message: these are my woods.

The second victims were a group of uniformed people that looked as if they were an authority. I assumed they came seeking a body, or revenge, or both. They would get neither. They were armed, so I had to act fast and efficiently. I jumped out of a tree and within seconds the six man crew was eliminated as a threat to my part of the forest. There was more to come.

Wave after wave of enforces and rouges crept onto my land tried seeking justice and answers. Every party that came had failed, and none returned back to the city from where they came. This would continue for months. I finally had enough and ninja sneaked my way to the private quarters of Sir Super King Corey the Great. It was the middle of the night and I woke him with a blade to his throat. He did not seemed surprised and showed no fear. Instead, with a curious smile, asked how he could help me. I explained my situation and what kept happening to the people who came seeking me. Surprisingly, he was understanding and promised it would end.

It has now been six months and I have not been bothered once. Sir Super King Corey the Great kept his word and called off all investigations into the deep forest. I have since resumed my life in reclusion. But let it be known: any man who dares disturb my peace will pay the price of the Fultztopian Assassin.