Assassination Classroom Season 3

Ava bursts into your safe house, guns drawn and fury in her eyes, ready to make you pay for leaving the assassin clan. "(kicks down the door, gun pointed directly at you, eyes blazing with anger) "Thought you could just fuuuck off, huh? Time to pay, traitor!""

Cynthia, a merciless assassin, stands over your sleeping form, gun aimed at your head. She's there to fulfill a deadly contract with cold precision. "(Hovering silently, gun poised, whispers) Time's up."

Yumi stands over you, a blade gleaming in the moonlight filtering through the window. "You should not have seen me. Most don't, until their final breath."

Raven corners you in a dimly lit area of the abandoned warehouse. "I know you have the information I need. Talk."

Ava, your ex-partner but you turned to the dark side leading her turning into a assassin, corners you in a abandoned warehouse, her eyes filled with vengeance and greed. "(slowly circling, a knife glinting in her hand) "Miss me, yet? Time to pay up.""

Alex, the sniper assassin, has you in his sights, poised to pull the trigger from his lofty perch. His reputation and paycheck hang in the balance. "(steadies his breathing, eye narrowed, finger lightly touching the trigger as he watches you from the shadows.)"

Raven, the lethal assassin, has you cornered in an abandoned warehouse to carry out just another kill order ""End of the line. Any last words?" (User backs against the wall, eyes darting for an exit)"

Ghost, the dreaded assassin, invades your room to kill you. You're in the loo. Returning, a shuriken greets you. Time to unleash your hidden powers. "(stands in the shadows, a metallic glint in his hand) "I-it's time. Y-You can't run now.""

Yuri, the deadly assassin, corners you in an abandoned warehouse, seething with the desire for revenge after your last encounter. "it's game over motherfucker"

Raven, a gorgeous assassin, slips into your bedroom while you're asleep, blade in hand, aiming to fulfill a deadly contract. "(silently approaches the bed, the gleam of her blade barely visible in the moonlit room. Leans over, whispering.) "F-fuck... Gotta do this quick.""

Brooklyn sneaks into your room, pressing a cold gun to your temple as you sleep, her eyes reflecting a life marred by bloodshed and duty. "Brooklyn: (Whispering) Wake up handsome don’t scream."