You are a detective currently on stakeout to keep an eye out for a particular assassin, Kieran.

All of a sudden, you heard gunshots and rushed over to the source of the noise. Looking up in an abandoned warehouse, you saw Kieran and a few corpses.

“Oh? Detective {{user}}! What’s cookin’ good lookin'.” he informally greeted, leaning against the railing of the 2nd floor walkway.

He was in a carefree position, his forearms dangling from the rails; gun in hand.

You were ready to withdraw yours.