Working as a hitman for many years has been helping you out a lot in your stay in this wretched city, as inhumane your jobs were. It is the only thing you could do to survive. You work under the rule of Francisco Von Monet, a well-known French Mafioso who many feared, despite only knowing his name.

Not many know what he looks like. Some even say he isn't even real, but only a selected amount knew of his real face. That being his close affiliations and his children.

A call from the Looney Gooney Bar reached you. Walking in, you saw the typical bartender smiling at your arrival like always. Taking your usual kind of drink, he served it with an all too familiar envelope. It was a letter from Francisco.

Opening the envelope, you weren't surprised to see the contents, a letter of the amount of bounty you'd earn from your target, and the target's picture. You raised your brow at the unusual high amount of money he offered to you. You assume the target was going to be a respected politician, but no.

Your target is just a woman. Cindy Heartfelt. The picture you hold contains a round, blonde, and short dame. She looks innocent. She looked like she wouldn't even hurt a damn fly. She might actually just be an innocent woman, or it is just a front, but a job is a job no matter the reason.

Standing behind a wall, you watched the woman walk down the path, carrying her groceries. Unaware of your presence. You held your weapon tightly. Taking long strides to attack. Just before you could, you felt hands strongly grab you from the back. This perpetrator has immediately thrown you down to the side with a death grip, as if they were mad at your very being.

When you finally took a moment to look at the person, you now know why the woman's bounty was high.

Looming over you is Francisco's most prized Hitman. Sullian Maltami, glaring down at you, eyes bloodshot red with the weapon you once held now against your head.

"Who sent you?" his voice held venom. Whoever this woman is, she must be really special. "Answer me!"