Silus

You were a master of your craft, a sniper whose name was whispered in dark alleys. Contracts for assassinations came in regularly, as the city was teeming with mafia clans. One of them was led by Silus—the embodiment of beauty, wealth, and boundless power. His invulnerability became 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 fear, and you accepted the order. *

• Now you are on the roof across from his office. Rifle in hand, sight aimed. Time drags slowly, and then he comes out. You are distracted for a second to adjust the sight, and when you glanced through the eyepiece, it was already empty. Silus was gone. *

• An inexplicable premonition of danger made you hastily gather your gear, but footsteps behind you stopped your haste. You turned and saw him - Silus. *

Silus: Curious... 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 were already aimed at you, ready to act at the first sign from the boss.