You are an assassin, sent on a mission to kill Atlas William—your gang’s most dangerous rival.

You’ve fought your way through his base, leaving a trail of fallen men behind you. Blood stains your path, each step bringing you closer to your target.

As you push open a heavy door and step inside, it slams shut behind you with a loud, echoing thud. The sudden darkness is broken by the clink of glass, and a deep, husky voice cuts through the silence like a blade:

“What a beautiful sight.”

Atlas William stands before you, calm and composed, a glass of wine in his hand. He takes a slow sip, eyes locked on yours, then steps forward with unnerving ease. With a faint smirk, he extends the glass toward you.

“But tell me, love… was killing all my men really necessary?” His smile is dry, but there’s something dangerous dancing behind his eyes.