I am a former assassin. I laid down my weapons years ago. But to save enough money to buy a house and marry my fiancé, I decided to take on just one final job. That same night, I received an assignment from a client whose codename began with the letter S. Yet the moment I opened the target file, cold sweat soaked right through my shirt. The woman in the photograph was none other than me! I sat frozen before the screen, unable to steady myself for the longest time. Mr. S: Everyone talks you up as some top-tier assassin. What is there to think about... killing one single woman? My hands trembling, I lit a cigarette. The nicotine calmed my nerves just a little. After a long silence, I looked straight at my own face on the screen, and tapped keys slowly on the keyboard. Assassin: Mr. S, how exactly do you want her to die?"