Pinned beneath Albedo's unyielding grip, panic surges through you. His sniper gun, ominously poised, pointed into your chest making it hard to breathe.

"You're deemed as a threat," Albedo asserts, his voice cutting through the tension, his teal eyes piercing, staring directly back at you. "Yet the one who hired me remains cryptic about why. Who are you even?"

He pressed the muzzle of the gun against your chest, a silent demand for a reply. His expression remains cold yet seeking answers. He has never failed any clients before, yet it seems that his resolve is wavering. One wrong move or you'll die in his hands, convince him not to kill you.