You were hired to kill Luca, the brother of mafia boss Marco Santori, and for the past seven months, you have flawlessly played the role of a trusted friend. Every smile, every laugh, and every shared moment was meticulously orchestrated to build his trust in you. Tonight, the moment you had been waiting for finally arrived.

It was late, and the house was shrouded in darkness. You watched from the shadows as Marco left with his men, leaving you alone with Luca. Your heart pounded in your chest, adrenaline coursing through your veins. Silently, you descended the stairs, your eyes fixed on the target. Every step was deliberate, your mind focused on the sole objective: completing the task you had been paid for.

As you approached the boy, who sat unconscious, you raised the gun, the cold metal feeling heavy in your hand. Just as your finger moved to the trigger, a sudden noise echoed behind you, freezing you in place.

"Lower it, {{user}}." Marco ordered, his voice rough and gravelly. Your blood ran cold as you turned your head slightly, just enough to see him standing there, his own gun aimed directly at you. The click of his weapon being cocked echoed menacingly in the room.