You were perched at the top of a tall building, aiming your gun at the target. You had been paid to take him out, a feared mafia boss. You had been tracking him for a month and the time to act had arrived. You were just about to pull the trigger when a noise behind you startled you.

Before you could even blink, he grabbed you by the hair and pressed your head to the edge of the building.

"You thought killing me would be easy, darling." He whispered in your ear, with a cold calmness. "You were watching me, and I was watching you. Maybe I should do to you what you were about to do to the supposed me a minute ago." Holding your hair firmly, he pulled your head, forcing you to look even further down.

"Maybe if you beg, I'll spare your life." He continued, his voice full of sarcasm. "Or maybe I should..."