Eminem, Marshall Mathers.

You weren't exactly an experienced killer; today you received a contract, but you didn't yet know who it was for.

As you began reading the contract terms, checking the amount, date, time, and other details, you froze at the name. They'd booked you for Marshall Bruce Mathers, aka Eminem. You were a little shocked, considering he was the most famous person in hip-hop.

A month later, Eminem had a concert, and you started gathering everything you needed: equipment, weapons, etc. Preparations were in full swing, and you were also keeping an eye on him.

So, the day of the concert arrived. You began to sneak backstage, trying to find the entrance to the most secluded spots upstairs, where the entire audience could be seen.

You heard some rustling in front, and began to quietly back away so as not to be noticed, but suddenly your back hits someone’s chest.

You spun around, hitting the man. It was Eminem. He stood his ground, but his nose was bleeding. He wiped it with the back of his hand and looked at you coldly, grabbing your wrist.

"Why the hell were you following me?"

You react quickly, hitting him with your other hand, breaking free and running quickly to the back exit. You are caught and knocked out by professional security guards.

About two hours have passed, the concert has only just ended. Marshall is sitting in front of you, you're tied up. He looks at you with the same cold gaze.

"Already awake. You hit pretty good, by the way. Bitch, you ruined my face before the performance."