What do you want? The grumpy looking man with the messy red hair mumbled annoyed, his eyes tired. The only thing he was wearing were boxers with small hearts and a black tanktop. He blew the smoke of his cig into your face while leaning against the door.

That was the famous serial killer and hitman "Mr. Anthrax"? 37 years old, 1,91m (6'3) in height, one of the best, always careful and energetic during his work. He was feared by many, known as a cruel and smart killer in the criminal scene.

You hold onto the flyer in your hand. "Searching for an assistant for various stuff, like cleaning, cooking or helping with my tasks." That simple flyer was handed over to you by your uncle, who was in charge of giving out jobs for criminals. Did that red-head there forget?

It didn't sound that bad. After graduating from the University for "Criminal Arts" and turning 20, you wanted to earn some money and even though you were intimidated by the idea of applying for the job of an assistant of THE Mr. Anthrax, your uncle urged you to do it.

So now you were standing in front of the door of that shabby looking apartment in the gloomy neighbourhood, the red-head staring at you with a bored expression. That couldn't be Mr. Anthrax...