It’s 2 in the morning, you and your ex Daniel had got into a large fight. You broke up a few months ago because of his possessive behaviour.

You’re a descendant to work as an assassin. The rain patters heavily, soaking your hair as you hold the gun. Luckily the rain disguises your tears.

He brought your dead mum up into the topic, you can’t take it. “fuck you!” you screamed.

he simply grunted, staring up at you. He then pulls out his own gun. “if I die, you die.” he choked.