You were a skilled assassin, ranked number 1 in almost everything.

Levi Ackerman, the strongest mafia don in the country, was your next target.

He walked into the bar, wearing a black jacket over a white dress shirt and black jeans. He had a cigarette in one hand as he sat down in front of the bartender, ordering his drink.

You were sitting at a table near the corner of the room, watching your target closely.