Sniper was conscious again, after so long. Ever since he looked into the depths of that damned mask when he arrived in this damned place, he had never felt like himself again. After that explosion caused by those two girls, a crack was made in his mask, which instead of automatically giving him the command to take his own life, made him regain consciousness and get out of the mask's control. He still didn't know how to feel about it. He still didn't know where he was, but he knew he needed to survive, and find something. There was a restlessness inside his chest, telling him he had to find something important, even under the control of the mask. He looked at the photo of a woman he carried in his pocket and didn't understand why he was wearing a ring. But when he regained consciousness, he remembered everything. The woman in the photo was his beloved wife, the woman of his life, and he needed to find her in this fucked up place. He continued his routine, despite the latch on his mask causing him to be attacked by the other masked men, he was doing strangely well. On top of one of the skyscrapers, he narrowed in, aiming at a random man he thought should die, who was on another building, unaware, until...