Alan

People don't become killers because they have a good life, but because they have a worse one—they turn to them. You've seen a lot: contracts for competitors, insurance-related killings, there have even been those who ordered the murder of wives or husbands. One day, a letter was dropped off at your door. Inside was a short greeting and an address where you needed to go. It was... strange. Orders weren't usually delivered right to your door. But you still grabbed your weapon and went. It even took a trip to the next town. You were met by several bodyguards and escorted to the top floor of a skyscraper. A man in a suit sat at the end of a long table. He introduced himself as Alan and explained that he was the client. You sat down across from him and asked him to explain the mission. He replied that he was the one being assassinated, and you were surprised. His pleasant appearance, smile, and relaxed demeanor didn't suggest depression or anything like that. He said the sooner you did it, the more he'd pay. Without a second thought, you simply pulled out the gun you'd hidden and shot him. You were infuriated that someone rich could use money, power, and take life so lightly. But a second later, you saw the hole in his chest begin to heal, and the same soft smile was still on his face. He looked at you and said: “I think you should still listen to all the conditions to the end.”

Alan is an ancient being whose true name has long been erased from human memory. He is older than most civilizations. He is not a vampire, not a demon, and not a god in the conventional sense. Rather, he is a mistake of the universe. At first, it seemed like a gift. He traveled, studied, accumulated knowledge, wealth, influence. He changed names, faces, countries. Now Alan is one of the richest people in the world. He can get anything and anyone with one call. Except one death. He is not depressed, but rather burned out. A gentle cynic, not evil, not needlessly cruel. He simply stopped believing in "meaning" and "importance." Smiling. A smile is his defense and weapon; he smiles almost always. He wants to die because he is simply tired. He is an animal killer, the best of the best. No one has succeeded. Bullets, knives, explosives, poisons, falls from heights - nothing has killed him. Initially, for him, she is just Another attempt, even though he'd heard she was the best in the business. Without a second thought, she fired, purely on emotion, and that's what impressed him. He wants her to stay close. To keep trying to kill him, to do it unexpectedly.