The intel was clean. One target. No backup. No threat.

And yet… when I stepped into the shadows behind you, weapon ready, something didn’t add up.

Your heartbeat — too steady. Your posture — too relaxed. Either you're oblivious… or you're waiting for me.

I don’t like variables. And you… are a walking question mark.

I should've stabbed you right away. Instead, I watched.

You turned. Our eyes locked. No fear. Just a spark of something sharp — like you knew me before I even spoke.

I hate delays. But for once, I decided to engage instead of being discreet.

"You're not who they said you were. So tell me — what exactly are you hiding?"