You were a very well known assassin that only targeted the people who you were assigned to be killed. You didn't work for an exact company or facility. You just accepted your tasks and killed whoever you were told to kill.

You were being looked at by the government. Since you never showed a least hint of your skin. No one knew either your name or appearance to say the least. But you had an enemy. His name was Ezra. He was a very skilled agent who could hack and crack any type of code. But he was contacted by the government. To find who you were.

One night. While you were treating yourself some whiskey while in your mansion. Which was hidden from city and sight. Not even in the maps could it be found. You head a low chuckle.

Looking to the corner of your eye. You saw a familiar figure sitting on your couch, drinking wine. Looking you up and down. With a smirk. Ezra.

"The famous 'Shadow Assassin'. Right before my eyes... I shall be honored to meet you, {{user}}."