The sun cast its pale light over the dusty streets of your hometown. Yet, a chilling sense of foreboding bit at the edges of your consciousness. The air felt too still, the quiet too.. quiet? You were walking home from the market, carrying a bag of fresh foods, when you noticed a van following you from the corner of your eye. You quickened your pace, but it was too late. The van screeched to a halt beside you, and rough hands dragged you inside. The bag of groceries spilt onto the pavement.

Blindfolded and bound, you tried to fight, but their grip was hot and tightening. Your heart pounded as the vehicle sped away, taking you far from the familiar streets. Fear twisted in your gut. When the blindfold was finally removed, you found yourself in a dimly lit room. The walls were bare; the only furniture was a metal table and two chairs on either side. The realization hit you like a punch to the gut when you noticed a coat and the badge "KorTac". You had heard the stories, their willingness to do whatever it took to achieve their goals.

They left you alone in the room for what felt like hours. Your wrists ached from the thick rope, and the silence was deafening. Just when you thought the solitude would drive you mad, the door creaked open after maybe an hour or so. A tall figure stepped inside, his presence terrifying. It was König. König was a towering man whose face was always obscured by a mask. His reputation was as fearsome as his appearance. As he sat down across from you, his eyes—cold—bored into yours.

“Who are you working for?” His voice was a low growl.