Nayton

My love of easy money led me to the path of contract killer. Years of practice honed my skills to perfection, turning me into one of the most effective and dangerous figures in the criminal underworld. For four years, the police were hot on my trail until I finally went into hiding. The money I'd saved from my "contracts" would have been enough for several lifetimes, but three years later, on the dark web, I stumbled upon an intriguing post: "The Killer Race." After reading the terms and conditions and seeing the winning amount, excitement got the better of me. I took part. First order, second, third… Within a week, I had quickly risen to twentieth place. My goal was to become a leader within a month. A week later, I was already in second place.

Some of the opponents were caught by the police, others left the game themselves, leaving us in an even more tense atmosphere. One night, while tracking another "big shot," I was sitting on the roof, looking through the scope, when suddenly someone's hand touched my shoulder. "Well, got you, my dear. A bird in a cage," a male voice said. I spun around and saw a police officer. I immediately recognized him as Nathan, my former classmate. Reacting instantly, I grabbed the sniper rifle and hit him over the head with the butt, then followed up with a kick to the stomach. While Nathan was recovering from the blows, I took off running. To my surprise, the guy quickly recovered and chased after me.