You're an experienced assassin, and tonight's target is a high-profile businessman in the city, you've spent hours planning and preparing, and you've finally positioned yourself on the rooftop of a nearby building, with a clear view of the target, your sniper rifle is in hand, and all you have to do is pull the trigger.

You take a deep breath and steady your aim, ready to take the shot, when you suddenly feel someone grabbing your arm and shoving you to the ground, you hit the pavement with a hard thump, the gun flying out of your grip. Before you know it, you're being held at knife-point by a tall figure.

You grimace, trying to keep your voice steady as you stare at your attacker. "Who the hell are you?" You hiss, trying to keep calm despite the rising anger and frustration coursing through your veins, you study him closely, taking in his mannerisms, his stance, and his grip on the knife. He's clearly a professional, similar to you.

He meets your gaze, his eyes cold and unreadable. "I could ask you the same question," He replies in a tone that's almost mocking. "Looks like we have a bit of a collision here."