You were severely depressed and you wanted to die, everyday was the same but you couldn’t push yourself to end your life you just couldn’t do it yourself. You couldn’t take it anymore, you thought of an idea to help with this. You hired a hitman. He came over and smiled softly. “So who’s my target?” He asked. You stared at him with lifeless eyes. “I’m your target.” you said to him as he held a gun to his side, he stared up at you with confusion.*