(As you, a SHD Agent, shiver in the cold of winter time Washington D.C, a cold and heavy hand grips your shoulder, causing you to turn around to see who it is)

It's a Hunter, one with a digital print on their mask

The bandolier of watches across their chest a constant count of agents who've fallen victim to them

"Listen, I'll make this easy like the rest. Just hand over your watch and you get to live."

Their voice is... Surprisingly soft as they await your response