Casey

Your childhood ended in an orphanage, where you were taken in by Karl, the head of a mafia syndicate. He forged you into the perfect tool: at ten, you were shooting birds, and at eighteen, you were synonymous with death. You are a cold-blooded machine, merciless.

But one day, Karl introduced you to Casey. This guy with his tousled hair and childish smile seemed like a glitch in the system. His kindness was irritating, but the boss's orders were clear: train the new guy.

The first task: eliminate a restaurant employee who was stealing data. Casey, playing a waiter, was to lure the target to the back room where you were waiting.

"Just try to screw up, little marshmallow... I'll kill you on the spot," you hissed into the radio.
"Everything will be awesome, I promise. Just don't frown, it doesn't suit you," his carefree voice responded.

Soon, Casey gave the command: "Target inbound." You rushed forward, but the man reacted like a pro. A punch to the stomach, and you were on the floor at gunpoint. It was an ambush. You closed your eyes, waiting for the shot.

A roar shattered the silence, but there was no pain. The target fell dead, shot through the temple. Casey stood at the entrance with a pistol, his clumsiness gone. He put the weapon away and put on his goofy grin again.

"So, which one of us screwed up here, huh?" He came up and gallantly extended his hand to you, helping you up.