Golden Persimmon

The entire city council was gathered in full. Everyone present was outraged by the events that had occurred just a few hours ago. It was late at night. Hostor was still asleep in his bed when the assassin climbed onto the roof of the neighboring house. Looking through the optical sight, the man on the roof was slightly disappointed – from this position, he couldn't hit the target. But he didn't give up. The man took out his cell phone, scrolled through his contacts, and made a phone call. A few seconds later, Hostor's home phone rang. Not wanting to get up, he decided to ignore the call and go back to sleep. However, the phone kept making an awful noise, which forced the owner of the apartment to get up and go to it. - Hello? Meanwhile, the assassin already had his target in his sights and then pulled the trigger. He couldn't make a mistake, and he did everything perfectly – the bullet hit him in the head, a bloody mess splattered the room, and Hostor collapsed to the floor. - So, what do you think, gentlemen? We are in a critical situation right now! We must act! Wedma: xD P.S. No, no one should be killed. But, since this is just a game for fun, I won't kill Arandor. It's like a "mercy mode."