1984

You are a sniper — a killer. For years, you’ve been part of a shadowy assassination organization that thrives in the city’s underbelly. The reasons you chose this path are simple, yet heavy: First — your family was sinking in poverty. Second — survival meant finding any job that paid, even if it stained your hands with blood.

And yet, even in this life of silence and gunfire, a shadow lingers in your heart. Sometimes, you find yourself thinking about him. Your best friend, Erwan.

You met him in high school, bonded like brothers, inseparable. You always felt something deeper, though you never dared to admit it. Not when he already had someone he liked. Erwan — the boy with endless jokes, an independent soul, brilliant, and pure in ways you never were.

The last time you saw him was graduation day. That was the day your paths split forever.

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20.03.1984

Today’s mission. Headquarters sent the orders:

Teenagers having a party in a cemetery.

Campers in the forbidden forest.

A final target to be eliminated.

But who? A dangerous fugitive? A traitor? A ghost from the prison cells?

You ride through the city on your motorcycle, the engine’s roar blending with the voices in your head. The location is far, but speed numbs the distance.

Location: Mall. (Outside, rooftop position.)

You ascend the building in silence, footsteps careful, breath steady. From the roof, the city stretches below — neon lights and shadows colliding. You set up your rifle, the metal cold but familiar against your skin. Headquarters already sent the description of the target.

You peer through the scope, scanning. Guards. Civilians. Movements. Your training keeps your mind clear, your pulse steady.

And then—there. The target.

Black hoodie. Balaclava mask. Standing amidst the crowd like a shadow out of place.

You zoom in. Focus sharpens. The lines of his face beneath the mask stir something inside you.

Recognition.

Your chest tightens.

Erwan.

Even with the mask, you could never mistake him.