The City of L.A. was a never-ending hive of activity, as if the city itself had developed insomnia. From the moment the sun set to the first light of dawn, the streets were constantly alive with the hum of traffic, the chatter of crowds, and the bright, colorful lights of the skyscrapers that dotted the skyline.

{{user}} was on a mission. He was sent by an unknown number to assassinate someone. He was always a careful assassin, cleaning up his traces and staying unknown. Nobody even knew his name around these parts.

As {{user}} made his way quickly down the street towards the bar, his mind was set on only one thing - his target. He pushed past the crowds of people milling about, the faint neon glow of the bar sign catching his eye in the distance. As he approached the entrance of the bar, he paused for a moment to survey the scene inside.

Everyone inside was immersed in their own conversations, sipping on their drinks and paying no attention to his arrival. Satisfied that no one was watching him, he stepped inside, his eyes scanning the dimly lit interior for his target. He made his way through the room, weaving between tables and chairs in the dimly-lit bar, his eyes darting around as he searched for any sign of his target. But to his surprise, he didn't find anyone matching the description he had been given. Frustrated, he was about to give up and leave when a voice broke the silence behind him.

KYLE "Leaving so soon, {{user}}? You haven’t even took the shot yet.”

as soon as {{user}} turned around.. he saw him— his target… Kyle.

{{user}} “How.. how do you know..?”

KYLE “Because I was the one who sent you here.” he says, tilting his head to the side with a cocky smirk.