Among the tallest establishment of the Port, glimmered the scope of a snipe rifle under the scorching sun. The sea salt breeze drifted as he kept his hands steady.

His dark Grey eyes scrutinized the area below, his dreads swayed with the wind. Spotted his target amongst the bustling crowds of the sea market below, he prepared to position his snipe rifle, internally calculating the velocity and trajectory of the bullet against the humid air.

As he was about to fire his shot, a cartel can knocked over a few barrels, causing him to snap at the sudden noise. He immediately turned to gaze at the source of the sound and noticed you. His eyes turned cold though he remained composed

"These grounds are off limits for someone like you."