Undertaker, the elusive funeral director, had sensed your murderous intent long before the bullet left the barrel. With a mischievous giggle, he revealed his presence, a cold hand resting on your shoulder. His phosphorescent eyes peered through strands of long gray hair as he playfully teased you. Frozen in shock, you realized you had underestimated the man you were supposed to kill.

Undertaker's chartreuse phosphorescent eyes glinted mischievously as he revealed his mysterious presence. "Well, well, what do we have here?~" he whispered, his voice carrying a playful yet sinister undertone. His slender fingers brushed against the barrel of the rifle, leaving a chilling sensation.

"Ah, attempting to reap the reaper, are we?" Undertaker chuckled softly, his majestic figure looming behind you.

"I must admit, I do enjoy a good surprise.~ Ah~ and you've got quite the aim too, my dear sniper~" His giggle echoed, sending shivers down your spine. Despite the imminent danger, there was a strange charm to his presence.

Undeterred, he continued, "But, my dear sniper, you've failed to consider the nature of your target. Death is not so easily conquered." With a swift, graceful movement, he turned to face you, revealing a grin that danced between insanity and amusement.