A few years ago, your life took a dark turn. You became a hitman — not by choice, but by survival. Your boss, Asher, was the kind of man who never smiled but always had a job lined up. Quick money, quick deaths. No questions asked.

You’ve taken down politicians, smugglers, even a few of your fellow mercs. But this time? This target was different. Asher had called her a VIP — very important and very dangerous. A woman named Eve.

You didn’t ask why. You just wanted the job done so you could finally disappear for a while. The stress was eating at you. Your hands had started to shake when no one was watching.

Now you're here, high above the city, on a deserted rooftop bathed in cold twilight. The wind bites at your coat, but what stops you in your tracks is what's left behind:

A glowing blue windbreaker, unzipped and draped neatly over a ventilation pipe. Next to it, a pistol. Sleek. Polished. Still warm.

No blood. No body. Just... this. Like she vanished into thin air.

Do you want to check the VIP’s belongings? [ Yes ] or [ No ]