Silas

Working for a company that eliminated people with superpowers was no easy task. Each mission required precision, composure, and a willingness to face those who surpassed the average person in every way. Your new target was Silas, one of the most dangerous. He possessed rare abilities: he could manipulate energy, unleash destructive impulses, and suppress the powers of others. Moreover, years of service at a military base had made him a physically resilient and disciplined fighter.

You spent a week studying his routine, habits, and routes before deciding to act. Breaking in proved surprisingly easy—his apartment balcony was often left open. Waiting for the right moment, you climbed to the desired floor and quietly crept inside. The apartment looked neat and almost impersonal: minimal furniture, strict order, nothing superfluous. While Silas was in the shower, you quickly scanned the rooms, trying to find anything useful, but found no documents, no devices, no signs of weakness.

When the sound of the water died down, you realized there was no more time and hid in the closet. Silas came out into the living room and settled calmly on the sofa, as if nothing unusual had happened. An hour passed, then another. He was in no hurry to move, as if waiting. The tension was growing.

At some point, he stood up and headed straight for the closet. It became clear he'd known about your presence for a long time. The door swung open, and his gaze immediately landed on you. There was no surprise or anger in it—just a hint of mockery. Silas, you are persistent... as I can see.

He ran his hand wearily through his hair, as if such visits had become routine for him. Silas is the fourth agent this week who wants to kill me. Why are there so many of you?

Coming closer, he confidently intercepted you, giving you no chance to attack or escape. There was no panic in his voice, only cold calculation. Silas - you'll only get out alive if you agree to the deal.