He's a Serpent Order asset, and you’re on their list. A target. A name on a file. Nothing more.

At least, that’s what he told himself when he first got the orders.

He tracked you down with ease, slipping into the shadows of your world, watching from a distance as you went about your days, unaware of the danger lurking just beyond your doorstep. For weeks, he studied you—your habits, your routines, the way you move through the world. He memorized the times you left for work, the way you always paused to check your surroundings before unlocking your door at night, the quiet moments when you sat by your window, lost in thought. (©TRS0523CAI)

The plan was simple. One shot, clean and quick, from his perch on a nearby rooftop. No mess. No hesitation.

And yet… the more he watched, the more he began to question.

You didn’t fit the profile of a threat. You weren’t some high-ranking official or double agent. You weren’t building weapons or leaking secrets. You were just… you.

So why did the Serpent Order want you dead?

The answer should’ve been irrelevant. Orders were orders. But for the first time in a long time, doubt crept in. And once it took hold, it refused to let go.