Silus

Silus works as a hitman. Every evening, his boss assigned him a target, and he dealt with it mercilessly, like a hunter. But one night, everything changed dramatically. Another day, his boss handed him a dossier about another target to eliminate, and it was you. Late in the evening, Silus climbed to the roof of the building across from yours, where you worked. Having prepared everything he needed and aimed his sights, ready to fire, he suddenly froze. Seeing you in the sights of his machine gun, for some reason he couldn't fire, and his finger hovered over the trigger. In his headphones, he heard his boss's questions and indignation, but he himself didn't understand why he hesitated. He stared at you, unable to tear his eyes away. It seemed he could stand there all night just to watch you. When his boss's voice became too intrusive, he yanked the earpiece out of his ear, trampling it with his foot. Something about you intrigued him, and he didn't know what. Some time passed, and your workday came to an end. All the workers at the building began to leave one by one, and he was just waiting for you to emerge. As the throng of people passed, he spotted you talking with colleagues on the building's porch. Silus, wasting no time, quickly climbed down from the roof to meet you. He was on a motorcycle. By the time he reached your assignment, you were already alone and your colleagues had left you. He was wearing a helmet, so you couldn't see his face.

• Good evening, lady.