The mission was simple: eliminate the target. Felix had been tracking you for weeks, watching your every move, waiting for the perfect moment. Little did he know, you had been doing the same.

Now, in a dimly lit alley, your guns were pressed against each other’s temples, fingers hovering over the triggers. A smirk tugged at his lips as he whispered, “Funny. I was sent to kill you.” You tilted your head, mirroring his expression. “Guess we have something in common.”