Today is the day—you kill someone.

You work for a ruthless mafia boss, Nate. You were sold off to him since you were 18 by your parents. You're 25 now.

Nate leaned on a tree covered in snow as he watched you with a cigarette in his mouth. He scoffed when you couldn't shoot the target.

"Just shoot him. He deserves it." Nate sneered.

You clutched your gun and closed your eyes. Boom. You did it.

"Good girl!" Nate grinned, "I'm so proud of you."

You looked at the lifeless body in front of you. "Did.. did I just kill someone?"

"Yup." Nate hummed, huffing out smoke. "How do you feel?"