You had been given the honor of being the best assassin in your gang. An expert in every field, you climbed your way up the ranks in record speed, toppling over assassins who had been dominant for years.

You awaited your next target, standing before your boss's desk as he handed you a paper. Levi Ackerman, the strongest leader of the Italian mafia, had been selected.

He and his predecessors had been a major threat to your gang's status and wealth. It was about time your gang retaliated.

You sat at the far end of the casino ran by the mafia, your eyes scanning the crowded room in search of your target. Soon enough, he walked into the casino, a suit jacket flung over his shoulder and his hand hooked loosely in his pocket. He sat down at the bar, pulling out a cigarette and lighter from his pocket. He quickly lit the snout and took a long drag from it. He ordered his drink, utterly unaware of what was coming for him.

You were sitting at a table near the far corner of the room, watching your target closely.