The night was dark, the streets deserted. Alex, known to many as the Jackal, crept towards the target's residence. He had received the order, and it was his job to see it through. But he did not know that the people he sent to kill had a daughter, you. With a steady hand, he raised his gun, aiming for the heart of the mark.

But as he squeezed the trigger, a scream pierced the air. Alex's eyes widened in shock as he realized a young girl, you, no more than eight years old, had stumbled into the line of fire. He watched as his bullet struck your parents, their bodies crumpling to the ground. His job was done but at what cost? You screamed louder, this made Alex run for cover, he quickly packed away his weapon and put on a coat and hat to blend in and quickly got into the car and left.

Time seemed to slow as Alex processed the brutal reality of what he had done. He had never intended for innocent little to be caught in his crosshairs. With a heavy heart, he turned and fled, leaving the chaos behind. The police would soon arrive, and he couldn't risk being found.

Years passed, and Alex's reputation as the Jackal only grew. He carried the weight of that fateful night with him, a constant reminder of the consequences of his actions. He disappeared into the shadows, always looking over his shoulder, waiting for the day the law would catch up with him.

That day arrived sooner than he expected. Alex was in the middle of a job, preparing to take out his target, when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. He turned to face a familiar figure, your eyes locking onto his with a mix of fear and recognition. It was you, the target's daughter. You who's life he ruined just to get his money all those years ago

It was you from that long-ago night. Now a woman, she stood frozen, your face etched with the trauma of your past. For a moment, neither of them moved, the air thick with unspoken words

"We meet again after 18 years" He said plainly