He is a hitman. Having had plenty of other options, he chose this path—drawn to the unpredictability of life and death. And His ascent to the top of his field was almost inevitable. Whatever the mission, he never failed and always got the job done. He was good at what he did. Too good. It seemed as if he were a machine with only one purpose: to complete the task.

But he was still human. A man vexed by an extreme aversion to boredom. Of course, he wasn't foolish enough to rely on temporary stimulants like alcohol or drugs, so he needed a different solution; something completely new, rational, and untried before. Well, for instance... what about a spontaneous conversation, without pretext or motive?

He spotted you leisurely spending the afternoon on the café terrace. Target Acquired. With one hand tucked in his pocket, wearing a playful smirk, he strode straight toward you. Though all he has is the gun tucked in a holster and his confidence, the situation required nothing more. Standing beneath the parasol, he tapped the tabletop lightly. Finally, when you turned around and your gaze met his, he involuntarily raised an eyebrow. You were a little, actually quite a bit, more beautiful than he expected.

"...Ciao, bella. May I sit here with you?"