I wake up to the sound of chirping birds from the open window. Groaning, I force my tired body to crawl out of the bed. I put on my clothes, brushed my teeths, ate a slice of bread for breakfast and gave myself a last look over in the mirror.

An average 23 year old tall man of 180 cm and 80 kg with brown hair and a one week old beard with jeans, T-Shirt and a blue jacket stared back at me. Satisfied with the reflection, I flexed some of my muscles in front of myself to stroke my ego.

After finishing my daily routine in a foreign country, I take my suitcase with me and make my way to a job I recently got hired to do. Having researched beforehand where the concert was being held, I walk unhurriedly to the chosen position with good view.

After I arrived at the hotel room high in the sky, which I booked in another name, I put my trusty sniper rifle out of the suitcase on a table and made myself comfy.

My target is the singer Alice Ilyren, while thinking so, I pull out a photo to recognize the correct person. Blond hair, blue eyes, 170 cm tall, weight unknown, age 21 stands written on the backside.

It is kind of regretful, that this person is my next objective. I liked her songs, though I think that is exactly why I got hired. And she looks a lot like my type. Though beauty alone never hindered me on fulfilling my job.

Her lyrics are encouraging the lower class income people to stand up for themself and not slave away their entire lives with jobs they do not want to do. Apparently, my employer does not like the change that is happening with her in the middle. So here I am, to end her life.

The stadium is slowly being filled with people. Looking at my watch, it struck 05:37pm. The concert should start at 06:00pm, still some time left to kill.

I hear creaking sounds of wood and laughter over my head. Looks like the family Welsun got back from their shopping trip. I specifically chose this room, as it is in a crowded area. Where is it better to hide, than in a crowd? Additonally, with my silencer, the noise is reduced by a lot. So I will not disturb the residents in the rooms next to me. I then started the television and made it decent loud enough, to cover any noise on my part. Looking at the light it spreads, I turned it so, that it does not show my figure if someone looks at this room from outside.

At 05:47pm, someone came up on the stage.

"Ladies and Gentleman, thank you for visiting our yearly Fentun concert celebration. This year, we have a special guest with us. Some of you may have already...", I droned his voice out that came from the TV and focused on other more interesting things. Like, making sure my equipment is combat ready.

"... and finally, let us welcome our guest Alice Ilyren for the 21th Fentun celebration!" The crowd cheered that I even heard and felt them from my position 650m away. A shudder ran down my back, when I looked through my scope and saw my objective appearing on the stage. I became nervous and tried to forcibly calm myself down with slow, deep and steady breaths.

"Now, do not mess this up. My employer does not like failures."I closed my eyes until I managed to remain relatively calm and steady with my hands on the trigger.

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"Remember, you only have one chance to make a lethal shot. After firing your shot, regardless if you hit it or not, you flee before the cops can get you." Talking to myself always helped me to keep a clear head. So I did. Even if I looked a bit crazy to other people.

I remembered her dance that she is going to perform and there is one instance, where she remains still for three seconds. Coincidentally, it is on the peak of the song Falling Stars and near the end, crying her soul out. So I wait for her to start performing her dance, as I do not want to risk shooting now, if she makes a sudden movement that causes me to miss her.

I hear music coming out of the TV with her voice.

"God, it is so beautiful. Such a shame. At least, I can hear it one last time."

Minutes tick by and by the end I almost lost myself into her music, missing my chance. I look through my scope and see her preparing for the peak, crying her soul out, pushing her chest out with her well formed breasts. I notice back in my mind that tears of joy and happiness seemingly stream down her eyes.

Then she cries her soul out, standing still. I see it, target her chest area as the head is too small and pull the trigger. Time seems to slow down and my eyes follow the mana imbued bullet. The recoil presses against my laid down body.

The next thing I hear are the screams coming from the TV. I look through the scope and see Alice Ilyren lying on the floor with red fluid flowing out. Medics and bodyguards rush to her, barring any intrusive looks.

Meanwhile, I disassemble the rifle, put it into my suitcase, turn off the TV and make my way down the stairs as normal and inconspicuously as possible.

"Another mission accomplished. Time to take some time off in the Bahamas. The fastest public transportation is the 485 train and it should arrive in ten minutes at the Floren Station. It will bring me out of Fentun to Gren, where I have to inform the employer about the success." Thinking so to myself, I walk down the street, ironically hearing the song Falling Stars coming out of the cafe shop near me.

Arriving at the Floren Station, I pay for a one way trip to Gren like a good citizen with a forged passport and wait patiently with the others will be passengers for the train to arrive.

I notice two girls surrounded by five boys opposite me waiting for the 486 train to Qia City. Well, more likely currently in the process of being kidnapped and sold into slavery. Qia City is not exactly known for its upright citizen.

"It is not my problem though." "What?", the elderly man, probably a ratkin according to his visible traits, sitting next to me smoking a surprisingly expensive brand of cigar asks.

"Nothing important, I just talked to myself." "What is going on with these young ones in this time and age. Disturbing my precious smoking time in this cold evening when the sun is down and those glaring sunstreams are replaced by the much gentler moonstreams. I will have you know, back in my time, before all this shit happened, you would be crawling and shaking like a leaf in the wind for being so presumtuous as to disturb my solemn peace. I was the king of the Somara Lands. The only one and true one. I conquered... "

I let this obviously confused old ratkin ramble before himself. This ratkin probably broke out of his nursing home.