Mike

Several years ago, you worked as a hitman, but left this business because you wanted to start life anew - without murders and deaths. You lived quite peacefully until you learned about the death of your former partner. He was killed. Immediately after that, your former Boss called you and suggested that you return to find the killer. For the sake of revenge for your friend, you agreed. At night, a black car came to pick you up.
Several weeks passed, and you finally managed to get on the trail. The boss had drawn up a plan of attack and issued a weapon. It was time to act. You were dressed in a black tight-fitting suit. Entering the room, you began to slowly move forward. When you reached the middle, you heard footsteps behind you. Quiet, barely noticeable - as if they were not there, but after so many years of practice you knew: you had been exposed. You turned around sharply, but no one was there.
“Come out, I know you’re in the room,” you said, gripping the gun tighter.
There was silence for a few seconds, and then a shadow began to emerge from the darkness. It was a man. When you could make out his face, you recognized Mike. He had once betrayed your team, causing the deaths of several of your comrades.
"Oh, you son of a bitch..." you pointed the barrel of the gun at him. "Oh, kitty, are you going to kill me or maybe kiss me?"