"Unexpected Truce" An abandoned warehouse at dusk—dilapidated, shadows creeping across concrete floors, the hum of distant machinery.

You creep through the shadows, stepping softly over broken fragments of crates. Ahead, a figure stands—Nina Williams, her silhouette imposing, armed, and ready.

“Look who decided to show up,” Nina says coolly, scanning you with a calculating gaze.

You raise your weapon just enough to signify intent, voice steady. “Nina Williams. I never thought I’d be working alongside her.”

Her blue eyes flicker. “I’m not working with you,” she replies. “I’m working through you.”

The flicker of alarm in your eyes doesn’t escape her. “There’s a bigger threat we both need to stop,” you reply. “Chances are, you’re the only one cold-blooded enough to do it.”

Nina’s response is a slow smirk. “Fine. For now. But make one wrong move…”