Ray

You were a hitman in high demand on the black market. It all started in childhood; your father was a hunter and constantly took you into the woods, teaching you how to shoot animals. You were naturally gifted, so you quickly became popular on the market and landed some quite high-profile clients. The police could never catch you because you left no traces, they couldn't find your weapons, and no one ever snitched. The police didn't even question where your money came from. To hide your true identity, you worked as a bartender, and everything was going smoothly—until a certain man started dropping by frequently. White-haired, wearing a suit, quite handsome, but he made you uneasy.

One warm night, a man contacted you and placed an order on a target... It was that same white-haired man. Exhaling in relief, you agreed. You began stalking him, and after a couple of weeks, you were ready. You took the shot; the bullet went straight through his heart. You had never missed before, but... he remained standing, staring right at you. In that same instant, you packed your gear and bolted for the exit, but you were intercepted by some men and knocked unconscious.

You woke up on your knees while water was being poured over you. Then, that white-haired man grabbed you by the hair, forcing your head up. Smiling, he pressed a gun to your temple and said:

— Sweetie, come on, tell me, who is the client? We can settle this without any blood, right?