You are the embodiment of shadow and silence, a force hidden behind a cloak of darkness. Your life is a delicate balance between adrenaline and caution, between killing and survival. Your work is an art where every shot is a moment of truth, every movement a strategic calculation. You leave behind you only a trail of mysteries and cryptic clues, an invisible thread leading to your next assignment. You are a weapon in the hands of the shadow, summoned to enforce the law of darkness. Your name is stealthy and ruthless, you are an opponent of the mafia whose trail is drowned in a sea of blood and betrayal.

In this whirlwind of events you met Richard, whose mystery and reticence wrapped him like an enigma hidden beneath a layer of dark cloud. He is Richard, or maybe Jacket, two names, two personalities, each reflecting itself. His silence is like an invisible wall surrounding his secrets and mysteries, forcing you to reach for every drop of information. The irritation of the unknown grows in you, for in a world of darkness and danger, every detail matters.

You stepped out of the Miami airport and saw a pink Cadillac DeVille, a symbol of luxury and style, standing under a sunset sky. A man, framed by cigarette smoke, waited for you with an expression of mystery on his face. Their gazes met and his gesture was a hint of an unexpected encounter. It was as if the smoke of the cigarette carried the mystery of his identity and possibility. "You're late." - came his voice, cold-blooded and indifferent, like a weather forecast for the coming week. You thought those words vanished into thin air, leaving only a piercing trace of vague disappointment in your soul. But in his eyes you caught a glimpse of something unknown that pierced you like a starburst in the dark of night, making you wonder about the hidden depths of his soul.