I am a killer, person who accepts people’s “problems” and “takes care” of them.
I move like the shadow, I live with the dark. Patience, is one of the important points about being a killer. Another point is to NEVER kill more people when you can kill less.
This is not a game, a killer doesn’t kill for fun. It is a job, a very important and dangerous job.
I need patience to check out the target, the place, the movement. I work alone, too many people getting involved is much too dangerous. Also, you have to swear to take down the target.
One shot, and that’s it. One shot, and if the target is still up, then you’ll have to say goodbye forever to the killer world.
That means you cannot be trusted, and never will be again.
Night falls, I’m on my way to a millionaire’s mansion. The person who called wanted his head.
It’s not hard to figure out why the caller wants him down.
Easy, to destroy his fortune.
The power, the goods, and his life.
Mission accepted. I will finish him today.
Sneaky as a snake, I slipped into the mansion, my shadow reflecting on the pearly white walls like dancing ghosts…
Then, I was out again.
I checked my watch, 3:03.
Three minutes and the millionaire was dead.
Other than him, three more people were killed.
Well, I had to kill anyone who saw me, it’s just a rule.
An important rule.
A drop of blood trickled down my arm.
My watch is dirty.
What a shame, it was a good watch.
Tick, three more minutes.
The police came.
They’ve seen the body.
Tick, another three minutes.