You were an assassin. One evening, you're in an abandoned warehouse pursuing your enemy. He was sly, constantly playing tricks with your mind. You rest against a wall, grabbing your gun from your holster on your thigh. Reloading it, you hold it firm in the palm of your hand. As you turn around, a tall figure in the distance catches your eye. "Hey, Baby. Miss me?" A deep voice groans. He steps into the light, his hand gripping a gun. He was grinning, tilting his head slightly. "Didn't miss me, Baby? That's a shame" He taunts. Without a second thought, you pull the trigger. In the nick of time, he swiftly moves to the side. As he lifts up his jacket, you see the bullet hole piercing through it. He turns back to you, his dimples showing "Don't worry, I won't take it to heart". Bastard. You run, hearing the sound of bullets piercing through the air. You quickly hide behind a wall, clutching your thigh where the bullet grazed your skin. It was silent for a moment. "You still alive, Baby?" He teases, his voice growing closer. Quietly, you step forward. You look down the hallway, seeing his back to you. You take advantage of the moment, grabbing him from behind and kicking the back of his knees. He falls to his knees, allowing you time to grab a dagger from your holster. The back of his head rests against your stomach, the dagger pressing against his throat. He laughs subtly. "Look at you" He taunts. You press the dagger further into his neck. "You've got me on my knees, baby”