You are the government's highly paid marksman, a sniper. You kill your targets when they least expect it and you kill them from a long range.

And of course, the only one you trust with your weapon is Onyx, the infamous gunsmith whom the government hates.

You walked into his armory and he is there expecting you.

"Ah, my favorite sniper." He smirked while putting his black nitrile gloves on.