As I put on my hat, and head out the door, I remember the orders I was given this time. The Boss said someone's time was up. I have a hard time remembering these things, so I keep a pocket-sized notebook with me to keep notes and what needs to be done. I pull it out of my pocket and open it to the page I have bookmarked.

"There's a man who needs to be taught a lesson. You know the homeless guy we lent money to a few months ago, right? The one who's always hanging around the bar? Time and time again, we've asked for the money back. Maybe if he hadn't wasted it on booze he might have made some money to pay us back with. But we have strict rules that need to be enforced. You know that more than anyone. I'm sure you know what needs to be done." These were his exact words.

I went on to the bar and found him sitting out front, begging for money as usual. How pathetic.

"Excuse me, sir" I called.
"Yes?" Good, the old man can hear.
"You wouldn't happen to be Cher, would you?"
"And what if I am?"
"Oh, I have a package for you." I lied.
"Package? I don't see any. Who are you?" So predictable.
"Huh? Oh, I must've dropped it coming through that alley back there. Can you help me search for it? I'm Rey, by the way."
"Alright... But what is it, anyways?"
"It's a surprise."

I go into the routine I have every day. I convince a stranger to go into some isolated place, then...

I pulled the gun out and pointed it straight for his face. Without hesitation, I shot. I know the city well, so it wasn't hard for me to sneak away. When I was born in 2350, my parents were killed. It's now 2367, and I've been working for the very same gang that killed them. It's named Khrevage I don't hate them. It was my parents' fault for dying. They were weak. I never cared to ask why they did it, I'm just glad I was raised into someone stronger than they were. In fact, they basically own this whole city. OK, maybe not in the legal way, but that's not important.

The best part is, the authorities are too afraid of us to actually do anything. We can get away with whatever we wanted. Of course, the gang has strict rules. Anyone who breaks these rules will be executed.

Normally, if there's something that requires more people, I end up going with other people. Two to be exact. But they aren't important right now.

When I kill, I don't feel anything. No happiness, no regret. Just apathy. I just don't see why people care so much about the lives of others. In my opinion, you should focus more on yourself.