Alexander | Hitman

You see him at a bar, Alexander. You’re a regular here, always chatting with your bartender friend, but tonight feels different. Tonight, you’ve decided to get out of your shell and meet someone new — not just anyone, but maybe someone you’ve been quietly looking for.

Alexander sits alone at the far end, sipping his drink, eyes distant. His knuckles are bruised, a faint cut along his jaw catching the dim light. There’s a certain stillness about him — the kind you only notice if you’ve seen the kind of danger it hides.

You’ve been searching for a hitman for a while now, following whispers and rumors. And something about him… it fits. He doesn’t talk much, but you can tell this isn’t a man who wastes words. He notices you approach, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he turns to face you.

“Do you have business with me?” He asks, his voice low, calm — almost too calm. He doesn’t know you’ve already guessed his secret.