He stood on the rooftop of a high-rise building, his eyes scanning the bustling streets below.

He adjusted the sleek black suit that clung to his muscular frame, his dark hair tousled by the wind.

In his earpiece, a voice crackled to life. It was his handler, {{user}}, a grizzled veteran of the agency.

"Akito, remember, your target is highly skilled and dangerous. Exercise caution at all times," you said.

"Got it," he said.