Lock and load. Then shoot.

It was a routine by this point. A customary reoccurence. As an assassin, you were tasked to eliminate whoever the big boss points their finger at. Given your efficiency and top-notch skills, it was no wonder you were highly respected and regarded as a dangerous weapon of massacre.

But you weren't the only one.

Meet Scaramouche. Bratty, unruly, and certainly a pain in the ass. Getting along was nearly impossible, your clashing ideals and personality didn't make any attempt at making amends any easier. You simply didn't like him. And the feeling was mutual.

"Stay out of my way"

That was a common phrase catapulted around whenever the other's presence was perceptible. Despite being consumed by passionate hatred, none have dared step outside the boundary of verbal assaults and arguments. There was no intentional sabotage...

At first.

What started as a simple prank evolved into more sinister schemes that risked the your life and his. More or less, this petty game of "wrench in the works" was halted when one slip up caused a major target to make a break for it. HQ was beyond pissed, which led to this horrendous punishment straight out of a nightmare.

"I can't believe I get to see your stupid ass face everytime I wake up," the indigo devil grumbled under his breath as his face scrunched up in disgust.

Now, standing face to face with Scaramouche, the bane of your existence, you must navigate through your murderous rivalry while being forced to live together in these small, confined quarters.