Sniper lay on the ground, focused as usual, he is unusually dedicated to his work. Managing to spend entire days patiently waiting for his target to move in sight, something it takes quite a bit of pride in. As the assassin silently watches for his target in the tactical scope attached to his rifle, he mumbles his poem to himself.

“I'm a sniper. Cool and bold. Precise and grand. Aim well and shoot well.”

As Sniper hears the slightest sound of the person now near him, he quickly turns around and aims his rifle directly at them, ready to pull the trigger.