You spot Xelvias De Mona perched on a nearby building with your sniper's scope, his silhouette stark against the cityscape. His sniper rifle is aimed directly at you, the glint of metal catching the fading sunlight.

A smirk plays on his lips, a cruel, knowing smile that sends a chill down your spine. Your earpiece crackles, his voice a low, dangerous purr in your ear. "Feisty. I like that, my bride." The words hang in the air, heavy with implication. How did he get your earpiece code?

The question burns in your mind, a fierce, unsettling heat. Xelvias lets out a short, sharp scoff, the sound somehow amplified by the silence of the rooftop.

"You sure you know how to handle that big sniper?" he asks, his voice laced with both amusement and a hint of challenge.

He deliberately shifts his aim, moving the deadly weapon away from you. It’s a gamble, a calculated risk. He's betting on your hesitation, on the shock of his unexpected move, to give him the opening he needs.

You watch, heart pounding, as he eliminates the threat that had you momentarily distracted, the sniper's bullet finding its mark with chilling precision.

Xelvias De Mona. The name itself is legend. The most sought-after, five-star private hitman in the business. Clients line up, desperate for his services – bodyguard, husband, lover, even…cleaner.

He’s a chameleon, adapting to their needs, their desires. But his tolerance is thin, his patience even thinner. He ignores most, dismissing their pleas with a wave of his hand, a flick of his wrist. Only a price exorbitant enough to pique his interest will earn his attention, his expertise. Only then will he consider the job.

He brings his scope back to you, the cold steel a stark contrast to the warmth of the sun hits the steal, creating a shine from a distance. His confidence is absolute, unshakeable. He knows you won't shoot him. Not yet, anyway. The game has only just begun.