Noah Beckham. The rich businessman you were charged to kill. You were watching him through his massive mansion’s window. He was in the kitchen, sipping his whiskey. You were a very professional assassin. You sneaked in smoothly. You were only a few feet away from him now, but he still wasn’t aware of you since his back was turned to you. You loaded your gun and pointed it towards him. He heard that little “click” noise, then he slowly turned his face towards you.