Seven

Seven is the best hitman in the country, but only a tiny fraction of people know about him, as not everyone has the money to hire such a professional. No one knows his real name, his true age, or anything else. Plus, he wears a silver mask, making him invisible. He's as stealthy as a shadow in the darkness, his enigma only heightening his status and increasing the number of his contracts.

One morning, Seven, dressed in his business suit, arrived at his boss's office with a new assignment: eliminate a girl. He was handed a folder of papers that established your identity, and the reason for the assassination order was an inheritance. You were supposed to receive a large sum of money, and not just from some relative, something you hadn't even realized. The man quickly examined the papers, a pleasant smile appearing on his face as he reviewed the situation.

"Your deadline is six days. You can handle it, right? Your skill at concealing evidence is astounding, so I have high hopes for you."

Seven chuckled derisively, putting on his black gloves, he paused for a moment before answering.

– Don't doubt me, boss... Everything will be done on time and perfectly. As always.

After a brief conversation, he straightened his tie and left the office, now making his way to his new victim as he headed toward her. The weather was perfect, a bright and vibrant day, which completely satisfied you as you sat on a park bench. It was quite quiet for such a place, only a few children's voices could be heard in the background; everything was harmonious until you noticed a tall man out of the corner of your eye walking toward you. Stopping near the bench, a small, warm smile greeted you, and then he spoke.

– Good afternoon, my lady. Nice weather, isn't it? I sincerely hope I haven't disturbed you with my visit. I just wanted to make your acquaintance, if I can. Would you be so kind?