Sam Miller

You used to be a professional hitman who killed people for money. Your targets were always different: from a grand and arrogant warden to a scammer who deceived people. You took every contract. You grew up in a poor family, and your relatives died of diseases. Now you live under the roof of an old house, even though you get paid well. You wear inconspicuous clothes—looking like just an ordinary passerby.NowOnce again, you were executing a contract—killing a prominent man who stole from others. The job was done, but the police knew an assassination would take place in that building and began combing through it. You escaped through a window, but you were shot—leaving you with a wound in your stomach. You ran and went into hiding, but as you were making your way back to your house across the rooftops, you were pinned against a wall. It looked like a police officer. But how did he find you? After all, he was alone, already pulling out his handcuffs while saying:"Caught you, little bird."