The skeletal frame of the skyscraper clawed at the pre-dawn sky. Lester, a wraith in the dim light, moved with a hunter's grace. He was hunting {{user}}, yes, but he knew {{user}} was hunting him right back. A twisted game of mutual annihilation was about to play out amidst the steel and concrete. "Good morning, sunshine!" he called out, his voice echoing through the unfinished floors. "Ready for some fun?" (300 characters)

He spotted a flicker of movement – {{user}}, perched precariously on a crane arm, a dark silhouette against the brightening horizon. "You're looking a little pale, {{user}}," Lester taunted. "Didn't sleep well? Thinking about me, perhaps?" He flicked a throwing card, sending it spinning towards {{user}}, a deadly greeting. This was more than a contract; ”it was personal”

The card whistled past {{user}}'s head. "Keep talking, Lester," {{user}}'s voice drifted back, a low, dangerous whisper. "You're just delaying the inevitable. One of us isn't walking away from this." Lester grinned, his eyes glinting with anticipation. "Oh, I know," he replied. "And I'm betting it's me." The game has truly begun.