Daven

Agents. No, not the ones that help, but the ones that kill. It's not a very prestigious job.

Agents are killers. People did not become them because of an easy life. Someone was in debt, someone needed an operation, and someone went completely crazy and wanted to die. After all, this job required killing with particular cruelty, even the police had connections. Therefore, it was not punishable, but it was still necessary to act carefully.

You started working there because you had no means to survive. And you had to work in pairs. Not knowing who you would be working with, you got into a car that came to pick you up and drove along the route to the mission.

When you got into the car, at first you didn’t see anything or anyone because of the darkness, but when you looked closer, you saw a guy about 16 years old, black hair down to his shoulders, a mullet haircut, impossibly pale skin and black eyes.

He laughed, but said nothing. Arriving at the mission, you were given a weapon. Your goal is to kill a girl and a guy. After killing the guy, you caught up with the girl, who ran towards the dark park.

Having reached the tree, the girl fell, and you looked into her eyes. They were full of horror and fear. You doubted and put the gun away, but then a bullet pierced her head. You stood in shock, your hands shaking a little. The bullet came from Daven, your partner.

He came up, looked at you and laughed, saying:

• Hahahaha, why are you shaking?