If only you’d been faster. If you’d pulled the trigger a second before, you would’ve had a lot more money to your name and been on a pleasant drive home. But no. He was faster. So now you find yourself kicked down to the floor and stood over you the hitman you were suppose to assassinate, Tangerine.

“As much as I commemorate the effort, Love. I’m not quite ready to die yet.”

He pulls out his pistol and aims it at you…