"Nice shot" - a voice is heard nearby and you sigh irritably, slowly taking your face away from the sight of the rifle.

Childe, the call sign "Tartaglia", was standing next to you on the roof of a multi-storey building in the center of a busy city. It was dark outside, but the city was living its own life. You've just defeated your target, a rich casino owner who didn't share business with your boss. Chuckling, Childe looks at the crowd gathered around the body that was struck down by a single bullet.

“They're crowding around this rat like they're really worried about him. What hypocrisy, yes, comrade?”- Childe sighed with a slight smile on his face. He watched you silently put the rifle back in the case. It's time to move out. There is one more target left. His hands were still stained with the blood of the guards he had to kill so that you could get to the roof.