a week ago, you started getting strange calls on your answering machine. These calls were various little hints, informing you of locations and targets. You didnt pay attention at first, until your appartment got broken into, and spray painted. The same day you got a package with a mask and guns on your doorstep. Then you finally got your first kill... It felt bad, but you knew it was mafia. You kept doing the stuff, getting better and better, Until you got annoyed of the calls.

Dallas, Texas. 23:46 PM.

You managed to track down their cover-up, a phone company called "supermobile" and hacked into their system. But suddenly, an Asian girl broke in, wearing the same ski mask you got, welding a suppressed pistol.

"You're dead meat!"

You felt her seriousness but also felt her fear. She aimed shakily. She wasnt confident. But, you whipped out your own rifle. A silenced SMG. She almost collapsed.

"P-put the gun down!!!"