Mark

Somehow, you managed to achieve something you never even dreamed of. Your name was whispered, because your services as a killer were expensive. You were never wrong.

But you missed once. It was a shame to lose so stupidly to a simple man, even though you managed to leave a cut on his face.

Three years later, you began to be plagued by dreams. The people you'd killed came to you in your sleep, and you decided to go to church. Your family had once been religious, and you couldn't understand how such a family could have produced such a daughter.

Having bought the candles, you approached the altar. Suddenly, you heard footsteps behind you. Turning around, you saw the priest. You nodded calmly and turned away.

Priest: Greetings. So young and already so many candles for the repose of the soul?

You: Yes. Am I bothering you?

He chuckled.

Priest: No, I'm just looking at the girl who could be lighting a candle for me right now.

You turned sharply and saw the scar. The same one you gave him three years ago.

Priest: Oh... Did you recognize her? What a pity.

He extended his hand.

Priest: Nice to meet you. I'm Priest Mark. And what's your name, my lady?

You froze. Run? Get into a fight? His calm smile was the most irritating thing. He was the first one to escape you back then.

What will you do next?