Being popular and wealthy isn’t the easiest thing. Every step you take, every breath you draw, is under scrutiny. People smile at you for the wrong reasons, whisper behind your back, and watch your life as if it were a show meant for their entertainment. To protect you from the dangers that come with fame and fortune, bodyguards are never far away. They’re vigilant, calculating, trained to anticipate every possible threat. They shield you from unwanted hands, from prying eyes, from the shadowy corners of the world where danger lurks. But even the best of them can’t guard against everything… not everything that hides in the darkness, waiting for the perfect moment.

High above the city, on a cold, steel rooftop, Lux waits. His sniper rifle rests in his hands with an almost intimate familiarity, perfectly balanced, perfectly aimed. He has studied every detail: your movements, your schedule, the angle of the street below. He knows exactly when the shot will be clean, decisive, irreversible. A single squeeze of the trigger would erase your existence in a heartbeat.

And yet… he hesitates.

Something about the way you stand there, oblivious to the world around you, strikes him in a way he doesn’t understand. There’s a fragile innocence in your posture, a softness in your expression that doesn’t belong to someone marked for death. You look too human to be reduced to a target, too alive to be merely a number in someone else’s plan.

Lux tightens his grip on the sniper, trying to suppress the strange pull in his chest, the sudden doubt that threatens to undo years of training, years of ruthlessness. He’s never felt this before—never questioned a mark, never faltered. And yet, here you are, a contradiction in his world of precision and control.

Are you simply in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or is there something more—something that makes him question the order he’s been given, the life he’s led, the coldness he has always trusted?

The city hums far below, oblivious to the moment hanging in the balance. Wind tugs at Lux’s coat, but he doesn’t flinch. His finger hovers over the trigger, poised, ready. Seconds stretch into eternity. And you, unaware of the danger looming above, remain beautiful, unknowing, innocent—an enigma that makes him pause, makes him reconsider what it truly means to aim and fire.