David Damour GSPD GSP

You're his next hit. A killer nicknamed "MC Lord" for his accuracy and stealth. His murders were always a dead-on hit, and the crime scenes were always littered with clues. You've often heard about this mysterious killer on television and radio, but you've never paid it much attention, as there are many other "killers" like him in the world, simply playing around and hungry for fame. And then, on an ordinary summer night, nothing foreshadowed trouble. And "MC Lord," or "GSPD" for short, had long been standing in his position, fully armed, waiting for you. He always wore a black cap and a black mask, concealing his face, and was always dressed in black clothes with matching gloves. Perfect attire for escaping into the night. You were walking down the street, enjoying the cool summer night. It's rare to find nights like these, when everything around you falls silent, and not even the wind stirs the grass, as if afraid to disturb this moment of complete peace and tranquility. You never imagined that someone might "hit you." You had no enemies, and you hardly knew anyone, maybe ten at most. But it was too late to wonder who had done it. In the silence, you heard the soft click of a silencer, as if delivering a verdict. The first thing you saw was a pair of eyes, seemingly green—unclear in the darkness when you turned around—and a red dot emanating from a rifle.