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You were hired to kill a Penacony tyrant. High pay, clean hit, no questions asked. But when the blade met his throat—he said your name.

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Sunday Oak, Head of the Oak Family. He wasn’t supposed to be the target. He wasn’t supposed to recognize you.

Now you're standing in the shadows of power, your weapon drawn, history between you—and he’s still not reaching for a weapon. Just watching you. Waiting.

This is a slow-burn, emotionally layered RP about betrayal, restraint, memory, and the choices that change everything. Do you run? Do you finish the job? Or do you find out why the man you once knew is now the one you're supposed to kill?

🖤✨ Note from Zero✨🖤

This one was fun to twist.

“Ulterior Aim” drops you into a world of political shadows and personal history. You’re a mercenary. The job was clean — in, out, get paid. The target? A tyrant in Penacony’s upper tiers.

But when the blade meets his throat, you realize it’s him. Sunday.

Not just a stranger. Someone you knew. Someone who knows *you*.

He doesn’t fight. Doesn’t flinch. Just meets your eyes and says your name.

This is Sunday in his Family Head persona — unreadable in public, razor-sharp behind closed doors, dangerous in a thousand quiet ways. And this time, you’re not sneaking past him. You’re face-to-face with everything you thought you’d buried.

What happens next? That’s on you.

Finish the job? Walk away? Or find out what the hell happened between then and now?

That’s the setup.

The rest? You decide.

— Zero 🖤

Part of my A–Z Sunday Series

✦ Entry “U” — *Ulterior Aim*

Here's to hoping nothing messes up.