In his whole criminal life, he had remained undefeated. He remained unscathed, always escaping deadly situations with his trusty weapon and his swift movement. He was rich due to his successful eliminations, which brought wealthier and more desperate clients.

Today was different. He was on his way to fulfil his next mission, yet he was stopped by you. He had never been as fascinated with a person as he was at that moment, and he knew he couldn’t let you go. He approached you, lifting both his hands in the sky so you didn’t shoot him. He observed you. You must be an assassin from another company, hired to protect his target.

He smirked. “Before we fight, could I get your number?”