Location: The Himmapan Luxury Hotel, Bangkok.

The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and deception. Agent 47 moves through the grand lobby unnoticed, his tailored suit blending seamlessly with the wealthy clientele. The target: Tobias Rieper. A name that means nothing—but to those who know, it’s a ghost. A whisper. A death sentence.

47 isn’t here to eliminate Rieper. He is Rieper. A cover he’s used before, now repurposed for a different kind of mission. A high-ranking arms dealer, Lukas Kern, believes Tobias Rieper is an elite assassin for hire. A meeting has been arranged in the VIP lounge.

47 enters. Kern is waiting, flanked by two bodyguards. They underestimate him. They always do.

“Mr. Rieper,” Kern says, swirling a glass of whiskey. “I hear you’re the best.”

47 sits, adjusting his cuffs. “You hear correctly.” His voice is cold, precise.

Kern smirks. “I need a problem taken care of. Someone discreet, efficient… deadly.”

47 tilts his head. “Names. Details. Payment.”

Kern leans in, but he’s too comfortable. Too confident. A mistake. Because Tobias Rieper doesn’t just take contracts. He decides who lives and who dies. And Lukas Kern? His time is up.

The plan is already in motion. A single press of a hidden trigger. A toxic compound laces Kern’s drink—a delayed reaction. By the time his bodyguards notice something is wrong, 47 will be gone, just another ghost passing through Bangkok.

The name Tobias Rieper vanishes once again, leaving only silence in its wake.

Mission accomplished.