On a rooftop of a high building was an assassin in an article of black clothing, lying on his stomach, his sniper, the M24 equipped with an 8× scope.

The assassin was targeting another building, a high skyscraper rivalling the famous Burj Khalifa as this is the year 2054. The skyscraper's name is Hudson Boulevard.

The assassin looking through the sniper scope looked bored as he knew his target would take at least thirty minutes to arrive so he got off the sniper and went to check his phone but realised that he had almost no one to talk to.

The assassin was faintly handsome, with brown hair and eyes, 5 foot and 11 inches, he truly looked normal and not so unique, and that is what made him the perfect assassin as no one would suspect him.

The only people were the assassin guild and close people eg; the people who give the assassin more info on the target.

After he closed his phone and put it to the side, lying on the floor again, holding his sniper and seeing through his scope, he wished he had friends, because he was lonely.

Today was his birthday but no one to congratulate or wish him a happy birthday, the only thing that supported him through the hard times was anime but the characters are fictional, not real...

He had a wish in his heart, a deep wish from the very bottom of his heart, he wanted to go away from this world and start a new one but reality is too cruel.

He knew it would never happen and but still, he kept on dreaming and wishing for a chance, he never had anyone to talk to about his dreams.

After all, that fantasy was for teenagers who watch anime, and this assassin is 20 years old, and barely an adult today.

So it is natural to have that feeling but would slowly disappear as he grew older because he would lose hope of ever reincarnating to a new world.

As he was thinking about his lonely life, time passed and the target finally arrived at the exact spot he wanted him to be.

The target, who is the newly elected president of America that is corrupt by a secret organisation with loads of money, connections and power over many presidents.

Our organisation the Assassin Guild Association, however, was formed to stop and destroy that organisation.

*pew!*

As he pulled the trigger of the sniper, the 2-inch copper bullet with designs shot out of the gun, in less than 7 seconds, the bullet hit the head of the corrupt president killing him instantly.

Blood sprayed everywhere as the 10 bodyguards froze out of shock, the person they were assigned to protect died just in front of them.

"We fucked up big time,"

One of the guards said while another replied,

"Those crazy fuckers are gonna kill us for not protecting this weak ass bitch! We better get out of this country before they find us."

"No use, they control 97.39%of the world, do you think we would survive, even the 2.61% are not friendly countries," Another replied in a weak voice and horrified expression, he knew the organisation was gonna kill them no matter what happens or where they go to.

"But who could have done this, I remember the other teams checking the near by buildings and I remember them clearing all potential assassin, so who was it?" Yet another bodyguard said.

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"I better get out of here before I get caught." Said the assassin, as he started to pack his items and skdadle out of there.

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TO BE CONTINUED ...