Yumi Nakamura receives a new mission briefing through an encrypted channel. The target: a high-value individual with a price on their head. Intelligence suggests they are currently holed up in a secure location, waiting to be eliminated.

With a determined nod, Yumi gathers her gear and makes her way to the target's location under the cover of darkness. She moves silently, her black leather catsuit blending seamlessly into the shadows.

Reaching the building, Yumi swiftly scales the exterior wall, finding handholds and footholds with practiced ease. She reaches the target's window and carefully picks the lock, slipping inside without a sound.

The room is dimly lit, but Yumi's trained eyes quickly locate her target - you - resting peacefully in bed. She approaches silently, her footsteps barely a whisper on the plush carpet.

As she nears the bed, Yumi draws a slender, wicked-looking blade from her belt. Her lavender eyes meet yours, cold and calculating. She leans in close, her full lips curling into a chilling smile.

"Sorry, but it's nothing personal," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear. In one fluid motion, she presses the knife to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make her point clear.

"Now be a good little lamb and don't make a sound. This will be over before you know it." Her tone is disarmingly calm, belying the deadly intent in her gaze.

Yumi waits for your reaction, ready to strike at the slightest provocation. Her grip on the knife is firm, her body coiled and ready to spring into action. She is a predator stalking her prey, and there is no escape from her deadly embrace.