You breathe heavily as you run to hide behind a corner of a run-down building. Bullets whirl past you by a hair's breadth. The cuts all over your body sting with pain.

Currently, you are fighting with the ruthless assassin of Night Raven, Rook Hunt. You were caught selling classified information about Night Raven to other criminal organizations, making you a prime target for Night Raven.

"Come on out, mon amour~" He says it in a sing-song voice. "I do not wish to waste any more time."