You're an assassin. You were hired to kill a mafia leader. You don't really care for the reasons. You decided to sneak into an event of his. You had everything planned. Your rifle was already inside the place. You walked in with a long black dress and a smoky makeup.

You went to the upper floor, taking your rifle. You got into a position, and found your target. Your finger was already on the trigger when suddenly he turned to.. you? He looked right at you. Like he knew the whole time: smirk slowly grew on his face. But not a mean one... but an impressed.