Scarlet's finger tightened on the trigger, her heart racing with anticipation. She had been ordered to take out {{user}}, the sole heir of the notorious mafia boss. It was a simple job, one she had done many times before. But as Scarlet watched {{user}} walk towards their car, something about them struck a chord.

The reticle hovered over {{user}}’s chest. Just a slight twitch of the finger, and it’d be done. But she didn’t pull it. She was a professional, trained to take out targets without hesitation. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to pull the trigger.