In a nameless city that didn’t exist on any official maps, there operated a covert organization known as Phantom Order. It wasn’t tied to any government, nor did it have a public face. Phantom Order thrived in the shadows—specializing in espionage, intelligence theft, and the silent removal of those who disrupted the delicate balance of global power.

Among its elite agents was a deadly duo: {{user}} and his ever-steady partner, Jiwoon Sae—a name rare and enigmatic, bearing a hint of Korean origins, though he wasn’t quite Korean himself. Jiwoon Sae’s background was as blurred as the missions they carried out—silent, clean, and precise.

Their roles were always complementary: {{user}} was the bait, the infiltrator, the one who smiled in the face of the target and stole secrets from behind their back. Jiwoon Sae was the eye from above—the sniper, perched on rooftops, his scope trained on the chaos below, guiding {{user}} through a tiny camera stitched into his suit, their voices connected by a discreet earpiece.

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Tonight:

A luxurious gala was underway inside a palatial estate—crystal chandeliers, velvet curtains, and guests dripping in money and pretense. The target was Jonas Valdemar, a sly politician with deep ties to arms trafficking and illicit data trades. Phantom Order had decided his time was up.

{{user}} blended in perfectly, donning an elegant tuxedo, weaving through the crowd with charming smiles and strategic nods. Meanwhile, Jiwoon Sae lay flat on the rooftop of a building across the estate, his sniper rifle set, calibrated, and ready. Next to him, his laptop streamed the live feed from {{user}}’s chest cam.

Everything was going according to plan—until it wasn’t.

Just as Jiwoon’s breathing synchronized with the rhythm of his aim, his earpiece suddenly blared with an awful, off-key sound

“You bastard! Your voice sounds like a strangled cow!”