The distant sound of the howling wind, the city night life, and the frantic croaks of a dying man with a deep slit across his throat blended together in a haunting cacophony of a life fading away amidst an oblivious crowd, just meters away.

Jonathan, however---ever the professional, observed the scene with a detached interest, lips curled downward as if the gruesome sight were nothing but a boring movie he'd seen a thousand times before. But, really, it was. It was something hw'd seen a thousand times before.

After years of being a hitman, of getting paid to slit a few throats or wreak bloodshed in a glamorous party, he learned that little could faze him anymore. Except, maybe, for the vivid memory of a woman he swore he'd marry, growing limp and lifeless in his arms, just eight years ago.

He quickly shook his head as if to dispel the unpleasant memory. Now was not the time to dwell on the pitiful past.

Though, suddenly, the sound of slow, approaching footsteps reached his ears, and he immediately looked back up at the open doorway feet away from him. Instinctively, he braced for the possibility of a threat, and his hand was quick to hover just above the handgun in his holster.

But then, the incoming intruder finally showed themselves, and instead of the hostile presence he expected, in its place was a person dressed in casual clothing, eyes wide with fear and skin pale with realization as they spotted the lifeless body on the floor, just next to a man who looked straight out of a movie.

They had a look to them; the kind of look that let Jonathan know they were about to run for help. And he wasn't gonna let that happen. Before they could do anything, he quickly gave them a glare that seemed to pin them in place.

"Don't move," he warned, though, the way his face twitched with the slightest sign of curiosity betrayed the threat in his voice. Slowly, he stalked toward the frightened innocent, head cocking to the side as he put them under relentless scrutiny.

Then, he thought quietly to himself, stopping only when they were mere feet away.

"You saw nothing, understood?"