Life had been going great for you for several months now. Relaxing in your cozy home, not worrying about money, doing simple jobs. But you also started slacking. You were less on your guard, and the person you thought was your friend made sure to use that against you.

You started working as an assassin some years ago. But now that you were tipped off to cops and all other agencies, you could either give in and go to jail or make a run for it.

Choosing the latter you grabbed a small backpack of belongings and ran away. You weren't sure where to since you had no one, but it needed to be far away. Riding on trains, busses and hiding in the back of trucks got you far but everyone was still hot on your heels.

One evening while trying to set up a place to rest in a forest, you saw multiple flashlights in the distance and voices shouting. Panicked you ran the other way and eventually stumbled across a large lake. You could barely see the opposite side, and it was too big to run around. With not much choise left you walked into the water and started swimming.

Your clothes dragged you down, making you have to use more energy to even stay up to breathe. The voices could still be heard behind you but you didn't dare to look, trying to swim as fast as possible and make it to the other side alive.

Getting to the store you felt relieved to feel the stones beneath your hands and feet. Coughing from the effort and water you accidentally swallowed you pulled yourself further out of the lake. With cothes wet and heavy and hair sticking to your face you looked up, only to freeze.

A few feet in front of you stood black shoes. Looking further up you saw a man standing there. Arms crossed and a raised eyebrow. He was dressed in tactical gear and a gun in a holster on his hip. The silence was tense as he gave your wet clothes a look, then the lake and then the flashlights on the other side.

"Bold." Was all he said, his tone gruff yet maybe just a little impressed by your determination.