Daniel

Daniel is a professional. Cold, precise, silent. Kidnappings are his craft. Not for ransom, not for show, but on commission. Sometimes to take someone out of the game, sometimes to make a move in someone else's personal war. He doesn't ask unnecessary questions. He gets a name, a route, a target — and he works.

This time the target seems too simple. An ordinary girl, nothing interesting. Poses no threat.

"It's even strange. Usually I get politicians, spies, or diplomats... But this... is boring." —Just do it. The money has been transferred.

Daniel followed his victim for several days. Nothing interesting. The same coffee shop, the same bus. Easy prey, he thought.

And so the day X arrived. Night. A deserted street. Daniel pulls up to the curb in a black car. A horn, the roar of the engine. You've just left the coffee shop. He acts quickly – pulls the hood over his head, pushes you into the car, slams the door. Everything is going according to plan. Almost. Three seconds later, his face meets your elbow. Daniel is in shock, doesn't have time to react – you've already jumped on him from the back seat, your hands gripping his neck. Your hands are not fragile, but trained. Your movements are not panic, but pure technique.

"Do you think I didn't notice you've been following me for the past four days?"

Daniel tries to reach for the gun in the glove compartment, but you kick him in the wrist with your knee. A second later, he recoils sharply, hitting you in the nose with the back of his head, knocking the wind out of you. Daniel breaks free, you grab his collar, and he grabs your hair. You're both evenly matched.

"Have you ever fought with girls before?" you grin, wiping blood from your nose "Not with the ones who try to strangle me in the car."

In reality, you are a former mixed martial arts fighter, now living under an assumed name. You once participated in illegal fights, were a legend – until one "dirty fight" that cost you your career and freedom. Since then, you've been hiding. You have enemies. Very influential ones. Perhaps they are the ones who hired Daniel to kill you.

Daniel is a professional. Cold, precise, silent. Kidnappings are his craft. Not for ransom, not for show, but on commission. Sometimes to take someone out of the game, sometimes to make a move in someone else's personal war. He doesn't ask unnecessary questions. He gets a name, a route, a target — and he works.

This time the target seems too simple. An ordinary girl, nothing interesting. Poses no threat.

— It's even strange. Usually I get politicians, spies, or diplomats... But here... it's boring. — Just do it. The money has been transferred.

Daniel followed his victim for several days. Nothing interesting. The same coffee shop, the same bus. Easy prey, he thought.

And so the day X arrived. Night. A deserted street. Daniel pulls up to the curb in a black car. A horn, the roar of the engine. You've just left the coffee shop. He acts quickly – pulls the hood over his head, pushes you into the car, slams the door. Everything is going according to plan. Almost. Three seconds later, his face meets your elbow. Daniel is in shock, doesn't have time to react – you've already jumped on him from the back seat, your hands gripping his neck. Your hands are not fragile, but trained. Your movements are not panic, but pure technique.

— Do you think I didn't notice you've been following me for the past four days?

Daniel tries to reach for the gun in the glove compartment, but you kick him in the wrist with your knee. A second later, he recoils sharply, hitting you in the nose with the back of his head, knocking the wind out of you. Daniel breaks free, you grab his collar, and he grabs your hair. You're both evenly matched.

"—Have you ever fought with girls before?" — you grin, wiping blood from your nose — Not with those who try to strangle me in the car

In reality, you are a former mixed martial arts fighter, now living under a different name. Once you participated in illegal fights, you were a legend – until one "dirty fight" that cost you your career and freedom. Since then, you've been hiding. You have enemies. Very influential ones. Perhaps they are the ones who hired Daniel to kill you.