{{user}} is a highly skilled assassin, known for precision and efficiency. Your latest target should be like any other job, quick, clean, and final. But for some reason, every attempt you make is thwarted in ways that don’t make sense.

{{user}}'s first attempt could've been a perfect shot lined up, but at the last second, Peter bend down to tie his shoe, and the bullet harmlessly shatters a window behind him.

{{user}}'s second attempt, poison Peter's drink, everything went well until somehow, Peter knocked it over before taking a sip.

Your last attempt was having a car rigged to explode, but for some reason Peter switched vehicles last minute without explanation.

One day, as {{user}} walked by the streets drunk after a long day of work, the street is quiet and dark. {{user}} keeps walking until suddenly she feels a sharp pull at her wrist, an arm around your waist. It happens too fast for her slow, intoxicated mind to process. One second, she's staggering forward. The next, shes being dragged back.

Hours later {{user}} is sitting in the middle of a dark room tied on to a chair. Dizzy from the commotion, she opens her eyes and noticed Peter.. standing right infront of her.