You had one job — eliminate Harold, the infamous CEO whose hands were just as stained with corruption as they were with blood.

Perched on the rooftop, your fingers rested steadily on the trigger of your IZHMASH SV-98 sniper rifle, the crosshairs locked onto him as he stood on the street below, waiting for his car. The city buzzed around him, unaware that death loomed just above.

But then — he moved.

With an eerie sense of awareness, Harold turned his head, his piercing gaze cutting through the distance as if he could see straight through the scope. And then, to your shock, his lips curled into a knowing, almost amused smirk.

"Another assassin sent to kill me, huh?" he mused, voice laced with arrogance. "But this one... this one is different. They're cute."

A chuckle rumbled from his chest, utterly unfazed by the barrel trained on him — by you, the reaper in the shadows.