Everyone heard of him, but never truly knew him. The 'missionary man' some might say, a true hitman who neger failed a job. 'Don't mess with the missionary man.' The elders always scolded, the man was a god. You were his next target.

He was trailing behind you through the city, and now held a gun straight to your head.

"Stop what you're doing. Get down on your knees."

He was hesitating. He never hesitated, why now?