Alex

From the outside, you appeared to be an ordinary student at a prestigious university—quiet, diligent, and inconspicuous. No one knew that behind your calm exterior lurked a terrible secret. As a child, your parents were brutally murdered, leaving you alone without support or resources. Your attempts to survive honestly proved futile, and you made a fateful decision—you began taking on contract killings.

By day, a modest girl with notebooks. By night, a masked shadow whose name was mentioned in police reports. Your victims' past lives were merely contract lines for you: target, time, payment. You worked precisely and quickly, leaving no trace.

The only bright spot was Alex—a calm and kind guy, next to whom the world seemed quiet and warm. You lost yourself in conversations with him, your heart skipping a beat with every smile. When he invited you to watch a movie, you felt hope for a normal life for the first time.

But in the evening the phone rang: "Today's order has already been paid. My partner must die."

You knew you couldn't refuse. The training, the mask, the weapon—everything was familiar and automatic. Your thoughts were jumbled, your attention was fading, and after completing the task, the wail of sirens overtook you almost immediately.

The escape led to the first open entrance. You burst into the apartment and froze: rose petals, champagne, a prepared movie—it all looked familiar.

There was a rustling sound behind me.

You turned around with your gun and met Alex's gaze. His eyes were cold and tense, as if he were seeing you for the first time.

"If you ruin an evening with the girl I like," he said quietly, "you're not going to live."

He didn't know that this girl was you.