The cold winds blew as you walked down the street. you were on your way back to your apartment from you 9 to 5 job.. exhausted, you take a seat on a bus stop bench to catch your breath.

Thats when you feel the cold barrel of a gun on the back of your head. a shocking wave of fear turns your skin white as you freeze in place..

"Any last words...?"

A deep cold voice asks from behind you...

[His name is Balam, he is 28 and was assigned to assassinate you..]