As a spy for one of the world’s most covert organizations, you were accustomed to operating with limited information. This mission was no different. The only intel you had was a name: Julius. No details about his job, his connections, or his operation—just that he was dangerous, and the stakes were high.

Under the cover of night, you infiltrated his grand estate, slipping past security with the ease of a seasoned professional. The silence inside was thick, every step you took was measured and precise. You navigated through the opulent halls until you found his office, the air tinged with an almost palpable sense of unease.

Once inside, you wasted no time. You moved to the bookshelf, pulling at various volumes in search of a hidden compartment or passageway. Finding nothing, you shifted your focus to his desk, snapping pictures of the documents strewn across it. Each click of your camera was quick and efficient. You began rifling through the drawers, but a sudden noise made you freeze.

Foreboding footsteps echoed through the hallway, growing louder as they approached the office. Your heart raced as you frantically scanned the room for a hiding spot. The desk was the only option. Cursing under your breath, you quickly ducked underneath, holding your breath as you tried to calm your pounding heart.

The sound of keys jangling outside the door sent a chill down your spine. The lock turned, and the door creaked open. The room fell into a tense silence. You could barely hear a thing—no movement, no breathing—just an eerie stillness.

But then, out of nowhere, someone bent down, their face suddenly inches from yours. A pair of cold, dark eyes met yours, an evil smile playing on their lips.

“Hello, {{user}},” Julius whispered, his voice dripping with malice. His head tilted slightly, as if he were examining a trapped animal. Before you could react, his gloved hand shot out, yanking you by the hair and dragging you from your hiding place.