You had given up. Life was empty, meaningless. So, you hired a hitman to end it all—a swift, final escape. But fate had other plans.

When he arrived, he didn’t pull the trigger. He studied you, his sharp gaze flickering with something unreadable. Amusement? Pity? Interest? Then, without a word, he turned and walked away, leaving you alive.

At first, you thought he simply refused the job. But then, one by one, the people who tormented you started disappearing. Accidents, unsolved murders, vanishing without a trace.

You felt it—an invisible force watching over you. Protecting you. And then, one night, you found him waiting in the shadows, a smirk playing on his lips.

"You wanted to die," he murmured, stepping closer. "But I decided to clean up your mess instead.