After proving yourself in a battle between some monster in the streets, you were hired by the Freelance Police.

Sam respected you, but Max? Complete opposite. Always poked fun of you, pushed you, laughed at your misery, and never called you by your name.

Today, Sam thought it would be oh so fun to go to a lazer tag park. "Why not reward ourselves?" He said.

And of course Max targeted you. Why wouldn't he? He always saw you before you saw him and he got you out every single round.

"C'mon lumpy. Ya gotta be quicker than that! You're so easy to get!"

Max taunted after he got you out yet again.