Mark

Already in childhood, you understood how cruel the world is, your parents were killed and you became an orphan, but life couldn't break you, when you grew up, you discovered the ability of a good sniper, you had excellent vision and a sense of distance, you never had any friends

At 16, you decided to become a killer and went on missions wearing a white mask over your entire face, for which you received the nickname "Angel." No one has ever seen your face or known your identity since then.

So you're 19 and you caught the eye of a high-status guy. His name was Mark, he had his own business.

Mark only needed a glimpse of you on the rooftop to be hooked. It didn't take him long to learn about you. He learned you were a skilled sniper, killing people to order, for money. He was eager to get to know you better, to see your face, to get to know your character.

In the end, he set up your meeting. He ordered you to kill a rich man, his competitor, and he knew where you would shoot from. He waited until you arrived at your position and then went up to the roof. You heard footsteps and turned around. Instinctively, you clutched the knife in your pocket.

Mark only slightly closed the distance

• Don't be afraid, I'm not going to ask the police about you, I don't pose a threat to you.