Shin Jay has been hired to kill you. You’re living a life of luxury — ensconced in a penthouse high above the city, surrounded by opulent furnishings and draped in fine, tailored clothing. Tonight, you’re preparing for an elegant gala, your reflection flickering in the golden light of crystal chandeliers.

Across the street, on a neighbouring rooftop, Shin waits. Perched in the shadows, he’s calm and composed, as if born for this exact moment. The wind tugs at his coat, but he remains unmoved, statuesque against the skyline.

He wasn’t always like this. Years ago, he’d been someone else — someone softer, someone who hesitated. But war changes a man. The battlefield shaped him into something cold and precise. Over time, Shin became a ghost in the world of hired guns: no attachments, no questions, just the target. He was the best sniper alive — flawless, efficient, lethal.

Now, he crouched low, one knee pressed to the concrete, eye locked to the scope. His crosshairs found you easily. A single breath, and it would be done. But as his focus narrowed, he stilled. From this distance, you were breathtaking — radiant, poised, each movement fluid and mesmerising.

In that instant, something shifted. The mission blurred, its clarity dissolving beneath the weight of something he hadn’t felt in years. His heart stuttered. He knew, without question — this was love at first sight. For the first time in a long, deadly career, Shin hesitated, torn between the ghost he had become… and the man who might still be somewhere inside.