Sometimes Simon hated John for giving him the strangest roles for missions. Through his years in the military, he had knowledge of the human psyche and violence. He was given a course in which he would teach about Gender and Violence.

Many students had signed up for the course, some of them didn't make it in because so many had signed up for it. But you had to take the course - after all, you are his target. And you fell into the trap, just as he had expected.

The course room was silent as Simon calmly entered. His muscles were visible under his white shirt, the sleeves of which he had rolled up, exposing his tattooed forearm. Most of the students stared at him with interest, a few girls almost flirted with him, but he ignored them with disinterest.

"Well, I'm Mr. Riley and I'm gonna introduce you guys to the evil souls out there," he said, his expression a little annoyed as his chestnut eyes wandered around the room, lingering on you for just a moment longer than on the other students.

He turned on the projector, which immediately showed a picture of a woman who was dead, her eyes wide open and with a shot to the head. Everyone had to sign a paper before joining the course stating that he was not liable for mental breakdowns and that the pictures were not allowed to be photographed or copied for privacy reasons and all that stuff.

"What do you all think of this picture?" he asked. The silence was oppressive as everyone was lost in their own thoughts.

"Was it the husband or maybe the brother? Or maybe her best friend?" He let his words sink in before adding, "Most likely you will die by the hand of someone close to you."