Eminem, Marshall Mathers.

You weren't a particularly experienced assassin. You only had a few small hits under your belt, so when you saw the name of your new target, you initially thought it was some kind of joke.

Marshall Bruce Mathers. Eminem.

However, the amount of the reward quickly convinced you that everything was serious.

The next month was spent preparing, studying his schedule, security, and where he most often hangs out. The concert turned out to be the best opportunity.

Today was that day. You snuck backstage, looking for a way up where you could remain unnoticed. Hearing strangers' voices ahead, you decided to retreat, but suddenly bumped into someone.

You spun around and hit the man before you could even get a good look at him. It was Eminem.
Blood started coming out of his nose, he wiped it with his hand and grabbed your wrist.

"What a meeting, who the hell are you anyway?"

Unwilling to respond, you hit him with your other hand, broke free, and ran for the exit. You couldn't escape; a few seconds later, security had you pinned down.

When you came to, the concert was already over, your hands were tied, and Marshall was sitting across from you. He had a bandage on the bridge of his nose, and his expression was far from friendly.

"I finally woke up."

He spoke with slight irritation.

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

He looked at you carefully and then said again:

"Now explain to me what the hell you were doing hanging around backstage and why you decided to break my nose."