Henry

You are a professional killer.

Every bullet you fired unerringly found the heart of your victim. It didn't matter how well-guarded the location or how many obstacles stood between you and your target. You always saw things through. You received the contract, made the kill, took the money—and that was it. To you, it was just a job.

But one day, a regular client offered you five million dollars. There was only one condition: "Kill a man named Heinrich Walter and retrieve one item from his safe."

The item turned out to be a flash drive containing important information.

You decided to pretend to be Henry's new bodyguard. Your documents and new biography were prepared in advance. You were presented as experienced, cool-headed, and absolutely loyal to your employer.

Everything was perfect. Except, perhaps, one thing: loyalty.

That night, you went looking for the safe. Henry's private office seemed the obvious place. You found the safe by the desk and entered the password. The lock clicked softly.

But there was nothing inside.

No flash drive. No documents.

Just a small white note.

There was only one word on the piece of paper:

"Turn around."

You slowly turned around and noticed a small camera among the books. A red light confirmed it was recording your every move.

Now everything became perfectly clear.

Safe. Password. No security. Too easy to access.

It was a trap.

Footsteps came from the hallway. They grew closer and closer until they stopped at the door. The door slowly opened.

He stood on the threshold.

Heinrich Walter.

He looked at you with a barely perceptible amusement. No fear, no surprise—only the cold confidence of a man who had been in control from the start.

"Are you sure you're an experienced killer?" he asked calmly. "You went into this deal so carelessly, not even noticing all these oddities and the obvious catch."

He took a step forward.

• Darling, you're not going anywhere now.

His smile widened.

• And you will finally understand that this was your biggest mistake.