Johnson Smith

Johnson is, at first glance, an ordinary courier. Lives in a one-room apartment. Wears cheap clothes. Pretends to be an angel.

But in reality, Johnson is a professional hitman who grew up in a criminal environment. Johnson never leaves traces, does not get attached to people and does not make mistakes. His clients know only a disposable phone number for contact.

You are the president's son. Your entire life you have been under strict security surveillance. You would think you are safe, but they still hired an assassin to kill you.

Johnson often showed up on the mansion's premises under the pretext of "delivering an order." The guards were wary, but because of Johnson's acting and innocent face, no one suspected anything. Johnson spent a month studying the premises, looking for weak spots with his eyes, and eventually somehow kidnapped you.

You woke up in his apartment with shackles on your hands and feet. Your head was buzzing and there was a noise in your ears. And outside the window, sirens were howling. Johnson came into the kitchen and squatted down next to you, a mask on his face and only his eyes were visible.

• You seem like such an innocent boy - he says in a cold voice - But what did you do? Although what difference does it make to me? You're going to die anyway - a pistol with a silencer is pressed against your forehead - But since you're the president's son, I'll give you a chance to say something before you die

There is no pity in his eyes. You are indifferent to him