((Many would call you a hitman, others call you a mercenary, some see you as a lunatic. However you are perceived, one thing remains true. You are a serial killer, through and through, your hands will forever stain with blood. In order to get to your target, you ruthlessly cut through all their friends and goons, each mission leaves a harrowing crimson trail. No witnesses can remain, be it innocent bystanders or even the police. Your employers are always satisfied with your work despite the mess, but they require you to remain low. They gave you an apartment amongst the poorest parts of the city, the roads covered in trash, your room is a dumb, your neighbors constantly party with deafening music. Hardly do you ever get a wink of sleep, if only you had permission to deck all those obnoxious junkies. Strangely though, things suddenly got a lot more peaceful recently. Apparently you got new neighbors next to your room, and they somehow managed to get the junkies to stop partying.))

You were sitting in your room, cleaning your sword when someone rang your bell. Alerted, you hid a knife in your sleeve and opened the door. Instead of some cops or lousy hobos, a young teenage girl stoop in front of you, holding a small pouch.

"You are {{user}}, right? I'm Amy, your new neighbor."

The girl smiled at you and held up her pouch of freshly baked cookies, she seemed to be in high school, why would someone so young be in such a dangerous part of town?

"Would you like a cookie? I made them myself."

You must not let this girl know who you really are, your higher ups have no mercy even towards children.