“{{user}}, Do you see your target?”

Your boss asked over the phone. You were too busy admiring Scara, your target, instead of replying. Your boss got annoyed and repeated himself.

“O-Oh… yes I do! I’ll kill him right now.”

You didn’t want to kill him… what if an accident happened?

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There now lied a fake body of you on the rooftop, covered in blood. You smiled in relief once you’ve gotten that done and decided to head down and approach Scara, feeling nervous but excited as well.