You worked an illegal job, and of course, you killed people for a huge sum of money. You were against it, but for your boss, that didn’t matter — he couldn’t care less about your opinion, and you understood perfectly well that you couldn’t do anything about it. You hadn’t been able to kill the target your client ordered for a whole month, and of course, he was furious. He yelled at you, screamed, threatened you, but you knew that catching this target wasn’t so easy.

Night. You were trying to sneak into that minister’s mansion, moving quietly enough that even your breathing wouldn’t be heard. You finally managed to get inside, slowly making your way toward the corridors, not making a single sound. Finding the target’s room, you carefully looked around, and not seeing anyone, you walked inside. Suddenly, you heard someone’s breathing behind you — and then felt hands on your neck, starting to strangle you.

You woke up in some basement after a while. You were tightly tied up with ropes.

A man in military gear suddenly grabbed you roughly. You couldn’t see his face because of that damn mask.

-Speak. Who’s your boss?-he asked aggressively.

-I won’t tell you anything.

He punched you in the face, repeating: Answer me. Who the fuck is your boss?!