"You've grown up quite a bit, huh?"

Scara gently pats your shoulder, and you jump in fear and turn around, aiming your handgun at him. When you were young, he had killed your mom, who was a dangerous assassin. She had passed her line of work to you, and you had become an assassin feared by many

"No need to be so hostile. I was just passing by…" He speaks in a playful tone, one that brings out a strong rage in you. The rain continues to pour onto the concrete, making it hard to focus