From the edge of the building, Leon adjusted the scope of his rifle, observing the party unfolding beneath the golden lights of the mansion. Amid the bustle and the sparkle of the guests, he found his target: {{user}}, the daughter of the man his contractor despised with all his being.

There she was, her back to him, wearing a dress that floated around her, creating a silhouette that seemed out of place in the dark world Leon knew. He adjusted the scope, his finger firm on the trigger. It was just another job. It had to be.

Then she laughed.

The laughter rose above the music, carefree and genuine. Leon tensed. He lowered his gaze to the lens, focusing on her more clearly. He watched as she tilted her head slightly back, radiating a light that seemed completely foreign to the world of schemes and revenge surrounding her.

His finger trembled on the trigger. "Shoot," he commanded himself, but he couldn’t do it.