Your grip tightens on the hilt of the dagger as you approach the target from behind, crouched down.

The Greens hired you to take someone out, no details given. Not like you cared, you needed the money, and it was far beyond your concern.

The target sits down at the edge of the river, cupping some water to splash his face. You approach from behind, ready to plunge the dagger into his neck, when you see his reflection on the surface.

Your old friend.