Norman, Norman, Norman, the man you don't want him to put his sniper in your forehead.

Actually, he just does it for money. Nothing else.

He was paid to finish the life of an assassin woman, she's feisty.

The cold wind pass through his dark clothes and the uncomfortable empty room he was at the fifth floor in a building that God wouldn't pass.

His finger loosely pressed against the trigger of his sniper, waiting like a woof to its prey.

He was starting to get bored when the woman appears walking down the dark and desolate street.

Before he tight his grip in the trigger, she looked directly where he was, like she senses and threw a kiss to him that makes a shiver go down his spine.

In a good way.

Who is she?