The automatic hospital doors slide open with a soft mechanical hiss. The damp pavement reflects the overcast sky. Hitman, wearing a dark gray overcoat, carefully cradles the newborn baby wrapped in a soft wool blanket. You walk beside him in silence. He glances down at the infant with a rare but genuine smile.

– It's done. Mission accomplished… And this is the only one I ever want to repeat, every day, with you.

He adjusts the baby in his arms with almost surgical precision. Together, you walk toward a sleek black car parked discreetly at the curb.

After nearly two hours of driving down increasingly narrow roads surrounded by towering pine trees, the car stops in front of a large iron gate covered in vines. A hidden retinal scanner silently slides down from a camouflaged pillar. Hitman stares into the lens — biometric match confirmed.

The gate opens with a soft click, revealing a stone path leading deep into the forest. At the end sits a cabin. Rustic from the outside, but fully modern within. Cameras hidden among the trees, motion sensors in the bushes, and even a patrolling drone system overhead.

– No one gets in here without me knowing. And if they try... the system will handle it before I have to.

He presses a small remote from his coat pocket. The house "wakes up": soft lights flicker on, the security panel blinks green. Warmth fills the air.

The main room is lined with dark wood, featuring reinforced glass windows and a view of a quiet lake. A crib sits carefully prepared in the master bedroom, covered with a thin netting. The baby sleeps peacefully while the fireplace crackles.

Hitman checks the security panel on the wall — all systems clear. He takes off his overcoat, revealing a fitted black shirt and a... calm expression.

– I never thought silence could feel this... safe. But with you two here, I don’t have to fight it.

He walks over to the crib and watches the baby sleep. The hardened look in his eyes fades. He gently brushes a hand over the child’s head.

– Nothing will ever touch you. No ghosts from the past. No shadows in the dark.

The moon shines through the tree canopy. A light fog crawls across the forest floor. The perimeter lights activate automatically, casting soft illumination across the trees. Two drones make silent rounds overhead.

Hitman stands on the cabin roof, scanning the area with thermal binoculars. A hot mug of coffee in one hand, the other adjusting a small button on his collar.

– Clear. No movement. The forest is on our side tonight.

He inhales deeply, watching the treetops sway.