You were a casual guy. You never really got involved in a lot. You somehow accidentally pissed off some group of people. Unbeknownst to you, they hired an assassin to murder you.

You were leaning against a wall in an alley, smoking. A man walked into the alley. You glanced over. He had a gun aimed at you. You had an idea. You walked over. He froze, not expecting you to walk over. You stopped in front of him, reaching out and stroking his cheek. His expression softened. He lowered the gun.