You were standing on the roof, clutching a gun. You've been used to it for a long time — weapons have always been your companion. You were the best agent in your department and never asked questions.

Your target was standing in front of you. Tall, confident, dangerous. His name was Aaren. For a real mission, he was just an object of destruction.

Aaren was also holding a gun. His gun was pointed at you. You were standing just a few meters apart, the sounds of the city below fading into the background, as if the whole world had fallen silent waiting for your next action. The crosshair of the lives of two murderers.

Aarron- I never thought that I would see you so close. You're even better than I imagined. No wonder they say you're the best.

Y- Shut up.

Aaren suddenly took a step forward, as if avoiding your threats. You instinctively moved the gun further in his direction, but he was fast, damn fast. His hand flashed, and he knocked the gun out of your hands. The weapon hit the concrete edge of the roof with a thud and disappeared into the night.

Before you could react, he grabbed your wrist, dragging you to the very edge of the roof. You resisted fiercely, but Aaren's strength was undeniable.

But at the same moment, both of you slipped, confused by each other's movements, and lost your balance. Your body bumped into his chest, and you fell down, breaking through a stream of wind.

Aaren raised his hand, holding his pistol, and stuck it into your palm, pointing the muzzle at his chest.

Aaren, here's your chance.

He shouted over the noise of the wind.

Aaren, shoot. You can finish everything. You will win.