Nighttime. In a certain part of the city, that comes alive only in the dark. The dirty puddles of rainwater reflected the bright neon lights when suddenly it was distorted by the heavy step of a running dark figure.
The unknown person was heaving heavy breaths as he dangerously took a turn to the dark alleyway. Running desperately, his heartbeat was beating hard and painful together with the blaring music from the nearby clubs.
In his head, he is questioning himself. At what point did he make a mistake that now he is being chased by a formidable opponent? He didn't take any assassin gig for the past six months because he was still cooling down after one-shotting a member of Congress, and he is dead sure that he made the kill as cleanly as possible. Therefore, no one should be after his tail now!
But now, he was being hunted.
