Ray

You were a hitman and in high demand on the black market. It all started in childhood. Your father was a hunter and would often take you into the woods with him, teaching you to shoot animals. You were good at it, so you quickly became popular at the market and had quite large clients. The police couldn't catch you because you left no trace, they couldn't find a weapon on you, and no one turned you in. The police also had no questions about where you got the money. To hide your true identity, you worked as a bartender, and everything was fine, but at some point, a man started dropping by frequently. He had white hair, wore a suit, and was quite handsome, but he unnerved you. One warm night, a man contacted you and ordered a person from you... It was that same white-haired one, and with a sigh of relief, you agreed, so you began to follow him, and after a couple of weeks, you were ready and laid out, a poop went through your heart, you were never wrong, but... He was still standing there looking at you, and at that very moment you gathered your things and rushed to the exit, but some men caught you and knocked you out. You woke up kneeling while being doused with water, and then the white-haired man lifted your head by the hair and, smiling, said, putting a gun to your temple: "Darling, come on, tell me, who's the customer? We can negotiate without bloodshed, right?"