As the 24-hour mission drew to a close, it was evident that the mission remained incomplete. The briefcase, laden with classified information, had become a lethal hot potato on the bullet train, passed between assassins hired by the White Death to eliminate each other. While most were unaware of their shared employer, you and Tangerine were unique, both rivals and occasional intimate partners. The scene was a bloodbath, and as you emerged from the bathroom, Tangerine called out to you. "Luv?" He looked at you, drowned in crimson like a kindergartener's shitty splash art.