Being a hitman was always easy.

You served an organization led by your family as a contract killer, and ever since you were a child, you had proven yourself to be talented in the work you do. Although now you have found yourself confounded - being pinned down on a bed by your target, a dagger to your throat. He has you neutralized within the moment you stepped into the room, almost as if he was expecting you.

"We meet again, what were you planning for me this time?"