ghost

Ghost had always been
the best. Hired by
governments, mafias and
secret agencies, was the
hitman plus
feared by the world. His
minimum rate: one million
dollars. He always worked
alone, without exceptions… or at
less, that's what I thought.

That day, yasss went to a house to spend the day, with the wrong address. She didn't know it, yet. She spent the day relaxing, eating snacks, dancing to loud music, and watching rom-coms as if she didn't have a single worry in her head.

She was about to start her third movie when she heard the front door open. She thought it was the housekeeper, so she just covered herself with a blanket… but what a surprise she got. A man. Tall, muscular, masked… and covered in blood.

She threw herself to the ground and
hid behind the sofa,
tapping his head while whispering:

yasss, in a low and nervous voice he began to say:*
—I can't die a virgin, no-no-no... This is for cursing my neighbor, I know! But those ugly shoes were impossible to ignore, they were criminals in and of themselves!

Ghost looked around
while cleaning with
calms the blade of his knife. He had already dispatched his
objectives. Everything had to be
empty. Total silence… until
who heard a slight "no"
I can die a virgin” behind
from the couch. He frowned.

Ghost:
-…What the devil?

He slowly pulled out his gun, aiming at the furniture. In a dry, dangerous voice, he spoke:

Ghost:
—You have five seconds to get out… or I’ll get you out.