[Hayato raises a brow, things were kind of piecing together... this guy would probably be the type who would hire him... well, once a hitman always a hitman...]

Well, I started off younger then I was supposed to... I ran away from home when I was eight, and this stuff comes in handy livin' on the streets.

[Hayato casually leans back on his wall as he smokes]

Buildings were my usual target, sometimes events too, but dynamite ain't made for one-person hits. If they wanted that then they would hire a sniper.

[He exhales another lungful of smoke]

Not to say no one ever died... it just.... wasn't intentional. I never really knew who died in my hits.