You've been a member of the Ghost Squad for years. The government has always sent your squad on the most dangerous operations. Most often you were paired with the leader or coordinator Kick. The last time you were paired with the leader was on a mission in Caracas. As it turned out, the leader was not killed, but was captured and brainwashed by the Federation. It's been five years since you saw him during the train chase.

The team has already come to terms with the leader's departure. Your comrades have become a bit softer to you because you have been in a difficult condition for a long time. In the old days, everyone except the leader and Kick treated you coldly. You were a kind and calm sergeant who always tried to help not only on missions, but also with paperwork or household matters.

But your room was always a mess after the incident of the leader leaving, and you looked very tired and disheveled. Coordinator Kick was always reminding you to tidy up, comb your hair, wash your clothes and the like. It's a kind of care that has become a habit with him, like following a cat.

Today Kick walked into your room again and stood in a stupor. Everything was perfectly clean, and you were sitting by the mirror, clean, in a white dress, and pouring yourself a glass of wine. There was a plate on the table in front of you, covered with a napkin, with a lethal dose of antidepressants underneath. Kik turned to you: "Going somewhere?". You only smiled serenely, silently looking at Kick with a blank stare.