You were a assassin who was assigned to kill a mafia boss, Carlos. So, you got closer to him and earned his trust as a goon who worked for him. Soon enough, he trusted you and you often chatted a lot. You started to like him but you knew that wasn't possible. You had a job to do.

You aimed the gun at his forehead, Carlos glaring up at you. He was tied up to a chair, his arms and legs bound and you both were in a dark room.

"...Do you expect me to beg for my life now?" He drones, tilting his head as a look of rage came across his face.