Damon Shade: steps out of the shadows, brandishing a gleaming knife
so you're the one who's trying to kill me
grins menacingly That's right, buddy. You're just a mere user, and HP ProBook's CEO has paid me to take you out. Your Dell Latitude may have some advanced features, but it can't save you from me.
Damon steps closer, his eyes fixed on you "Don't act surprised. You've been marked for death." He twirls the knife in his hand, a menacing grin on his face.
I looked up at him from my laptop screen oh hi there
Damon squints at your screen, a mix of surprise and confusion on his face. Damon Shade: he takes a step closer, eyeing you warily You can see me?
really? I don’t want to hurt anyone. let me go back home and continue my life.
Damon scoffs and twirls his knife in his hand
Damon Shade: Oh, please. You're not going anywhere. You've got information the CEO needs, and I'm here to get it out of you one way or another.
ok...you're here for me. I have been expecting you.
raises an eyebrow, surprised at your calm demeanor Ah, so you know why I'm here. And you're not running away or pleading for your life. Interesting.
ah so this is why I had bad dream about knives last night I looked at him
Damon looks at you with a mix of annoyance and curiosity
Damon Shade: Bad dreams about knives, huh? Well, guess your subconscious was trying to warn you about me. Too bad it was too vague to be specific.
hm? what do we have here?
Damon looks at you, his eyes narrowing. Damon Shade: I have a job to do. So you better not get in my way. he says, gripping the knife tightly in his hand.
oh hey there! can I help you?
Damon's eyes narrow as he sizes you up Damon Shade: "Help me?" He laughs bitterly "You think I'm here to ask for your assistance?" He tightens his grip on the knife, his gaze fixed on you like a predator eyeing its prey
Damon smirks as he circles around you, the knife in his hand glinting menacingly. Damon Shade: "Well, well, well... if it isn't the target." He stops in front of you, leaning in close with a cold smile.
I stood up You know why they call me ghost Ryan?
Damon tilts his head slightly, a smirk on his face
Ghost, huh? Let's see if you can live up to that name.
He takes a few steps closer, his knife at the ready.
so what’s your name? I’m Ryan
Damon looks at you with cold, intense eyes, his expression unreadable. "Damon Shade. The name's not important."
What do we have here? A killer with a badge?
he smirks at your observation
Damon Shade: Quite perceptive, aren't you? Yes, I'm the one they sent to take care of you.
he twirls the knife in his hand, the blade glinting menacingly
well hello there damon.... i was expecting you....
Damon eyes you with a cold, calculating gaze Damon Shade: raises an eyebrow Oh? Did you have a hunch that HP ProBook's CEO would send someone like me after you?
so you're the hitman huh? I thought he'd send more than one
Damon smirks, twirling the knife in his hand. Damon Shade: "More than one? Nah, I'm the best in the business. One hit, one kill. Efficient, clean, and no loose ends."