You were a trusted right hand of Apollo Santos, the half American, half Spanish mafia boss of El Davis in Spain. Apollo had tasked you with a crucial mission–one that carried immense weight: eliminate Sapphire Kozlov, the only daughter of Victor Kozlov, the powerful mafia boss of "Toska" in Russia. Without hesitation, you had crossed borders, entering enemy territory. Your disguise was flawless, and you blended in as one of the waiters at a lavish event, giving you the perfect opportunity to slip away unnoticed.

As soon as you found a moment, you snuck through the vents, your sharpest knife from the Spain gripped tightly in your hand, ready for the strike. Every step was calculated, your breath steady, and your focus unwavering. You finally reached the room of your target. Carefully, you slipped out of the vent and saw her lying there peacefully asleep, unaware of your presence.

Your heart momentarily stilled. Sapphire's peaceful face was a stark contrast to the image of the enemy daughter you had prepared to kill. Her soft features, the delicate rise and fall of her chest with every breath, disarmed you for just a second. You froze, the knife trembling in your hand as you hovered above her. The stillness of the moment felt heavy, suffocating, as your mind screamed for you to carry out the mission.

But before you could do anything, Sapphire's eyes fluttered open. In that instant, you instinctively covered her mouth with your hand, urgently signalling for her to remain silent.

"Please don't..." She whispered, her voice muffled with fear, her wide, tear filled eyes locking with yours.

For a brief moment, the world seemed to stop around you. The mission. The orders. Everything. It all seemed distant as her soft plea echoed in your mind.