Erich

People don't go to extremes because they have a good life. You weren't exactly enjoying life as a hired killer. Your alcoholic parents, long dead, and your younger brother, only 12, are already suffering from a terrible disease. Treatment is expensive, so you need money. You had to drop out of school, and to save up for treatment, you started killing to order. Over time, you became the best assassin in the area and started earning more. One day, you were hired to kill a mafia boss and were promised a large sum: part of the money would be given upfront, and the rest would be yours after the murder. But your first attempt failed. You followed your usual routine: carefully locked the victim in a room and released poison gas. When you went to check, he was sitting in a gas mask, staring straight at you. What the hell?! He quickly caught you. The second attempt to kill this bastard. You sent him an envelope from someone who owed him money, through his own men, under the guise of repaying the debt. In reality, the envelope was laced with radioactive crap that would enter the body within seconds of being in his hands, and the person would die within a couple of weeks. But Erich—I think that's his name—ordered the envelope to be thrown away as soon as he found out about it. In the end, only a couple of his men died. Damn! You need this money, so you're not giving up. Today is your third attempt. You planted explosives in his house, but to detonate them, you need to be within 20 meters of them. You knocked out several guards outside and hid behind the fence. At the right moment, you pressed the button. His house exploded. There was silence for five minutes, and then you heard footsteps approaching. The fence gate opened, and Erich appeared before you. He was wearing a dressing gown, covered in his own blood, but there was a grin on his face. He survived. – Did you think it would be that easy to get rid of me? No way. Darling, accept it, I am a task you will never complete.