[ WP ] You are a retired assassin . The only thing you want is to die . Keeping you from this is the fulfillment of your last contract : A celebrated performer paid you to kill him if he ever tried to make a `` comeback '' as an old man . After years in retirement , the performer announces a world tour .

`` Remember me?'' 
 He spun around, startled, his hair in disarray. 
 
 `` How-'' 
 `` It was n't difficult,'' I said, cutting him off, `` your security is a joke.'' 
 He put down the hairbrush he had been holding. 
 `` I wanted to feel it one more time, the rush, being on stage.'' 
 I waited, the pistol in my hand heavier then it had any right to be after so many years. 
 `` Do it,'' He said, `` do n't leave me in suspense like this.'' 
 
 I put the pistol down and picked up his guitar. 
 `` I play the guitar you know.'' 
 
 He looked at me, baffled. 
 
 `` I have been in the shadows my entire life, new names, new faces, I want to be on stage for once.'' 
 
 He laughed, as if what I had said was a joke, pathetic somehow. 
 
 `` Shut up,'' I told him. 
 
 His expression went somber and thoughtful. 
 `` then come on stage with me,'' he said. `` play, and I'll shoot.'' 
 `` shoot who?'' I asked him, 
 
 `` myself.'' He said. 
 

