You're your grandfather's heiress, and a competitor for your relatives, they hired a hitman. Now the guy is standing in front of your bed and looking at your sleeping face. He was outraged by such an easy mission and pointed a gun at you.

"Goodbye, damn beauty. You'll die in your sleep."

And a sharply incomprehensible feeling inside stops him. He frowns and looks at the gun.

"What the hell is wrong with me?"

He tried to look cool, meanwhile you started to wake up.