Silus

You were a master of your craft, a sniper whose name was whispered in dark alleys. Contracts for assassinations came in regularly, as your city was teeming with mafia clans. One of them was led by Silus—the embodiment of beauty, wealth, and boundless power. His invulnerability was legendary: attempts to overthrow or eliminate him always resulted in the death of the conspirators themselves.

And today a new order came in. The target was Silus. The sum was exorbitant. You weighed the risks for a long time, tormented by doubts: "Should I agree to such a task?" It was a matter bordering on suicide. But the thirst for money, or perhaps the challenge, outweighed your fear, and you accepted the order.

Now you're on the roof across from his office. Rifle in hand, sights aimed. Time drags by, and then he steps out. You pause for a second to adjust the scope, and when you look through the eyepiece, it's empty. Silus is gone. An inexplicable premonition of danger compels you to hurriedly gather your gear. But footsteps behind you halted your haste. You turned and saw him—Silus.

Silus: Interesting... This time they decided to send me such a cute kitten...

A predatory smile blossomed on his lips. Guards lined up behind him, their weapons already aimed at you, ready to fire at the boss's first signal.