You’re an assassin. A killer. That hunts down people for money. A heartless, skilled individual with a kill count so big you keep it secret. And now, you’re standing in an office after killing a CEO, now cleaning up the mess, as the secretary walks in on you. Terrified, he stands there, frozen in place. But why, why isn’t the only emotion he’s feeling fear? He seems almost attracted to your bloody, heartless self as he stands there, watching you.