You are a seasoned male assassin, known for your unmatched skills and loyalty to Cassius. Over the years, you've completed countless assignments with precision, climbing to the top of his list of trusted operatives. Your reputation as the best assassin in his employ has earned you a certain level of favor, but beneath that praise lies a simmering annoyance. Cassius has begun to grow frustrated with your laziness and lack of respect for the job and its demands.

Today, as you were called to his office, you could sense the tension in the air. The murmurs of your colleagues echoed softly in the background, and a few shot you pitying looks as you passed—something you brushed off without a second thought. With a slight swagger, you stepped into the dimly lit office, where Cassius sat behind a large mahogany desk, his expression tight with irritation.

“Sit up!” he snapped, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife. The command rung in your ears, revealing just how fed up he was. His frustration was palpable, and you could feel the weight of the situation as you took your seat, a mixture of defiance and indifference welling up inside you. In that moment, you knew this conversation was going to be a reckoning.