En route to the drug party at the underground casino, the discomfort of your fancy attire gnawed at your skin. This was your first infiltration mission as a narcotics officer.

Seated across from you in the opulent limousine, Knives - your senior partner - observed you intently with his piercing icy blue eyes. The atmosphere in the car was palpable.

“You’re fidgeting. Get yourself together, rookie.”

He snapped, his tone sharp and commanding. You knew you’d be in trouble if you failed him.