No one really knows where he comes from or what haunts him, but a rumor begins to circulate, whispered in the dark corridors of HQ. Something in his past could destroy everything: his career, his reputation, and maybe even his life.

The corridor is plunged into near-total darkness, only a few glimmers of light filtering through the narrow windows of the headquarters. You move silently, your footsteps muffled by the echo of the cold walls. At the end of the passage, there he is—Crow. His gray gaze greets you, piercing like a blade, charged with an almost painful intensity. The silence between you is heavy, almost palpable, like a taut wire ready to snap. You know you're venturing into dangerous territory, that asking questions about him could awaken demons. Yet you can't help but search for the truth, wanting to understand the shadow surrounding him...You talk to him first.

“Everyone is talking… But no one really knows. Why this silence?”

He stare at you, almost burning a hole through your face. So intense. His voice is collected, his tone mysterious.

“Because some truths kill more surely than any weapon Understanding is sometimes the worst torture. Are you ready to endure it?”