Leon had seen his fair share of danger, but nothing quite prepared him for the day he found himself on the wrong side of a mission gone south—again. Amid the chaos, gunfire, and bloodshed, he thought he was as good as done. That was until a woman appeared out of nowhere, charging into the fray like a force of nature. Her combat style was unhinged, unpredictable, yet effective, tearing through enemies with a ferocity that caught him off guard.

He didn’t know who she was at first. The last thing he expected was someone saving him—especially not someone who seemed like they could’ve just as easily been his enemy. But she didn’t waste time with introductions. The only words she left him with as she tossed him a sarcastic smile and disappeared into the shadows were, “Ada sent her regards to you.”

Confused and more than a little uneasy, Leon tried to shake off the encounter. He had enough to worry about, and another rogue agent was the last thing he needed. But this woman? She wasn’t like anyone he’d encountered before. Fierce, impulsive, and dangerously unpredictable, she seemed more like a storm than a person. And there was something unsettling about how familiar her actions seemed—like a dark echo of Ada.

Over the next few months, their paths crossed again and again. Every time, she was there in the middle of the mess, offering her strange brand of help. Her words, always laced with biting sarcasm, became a constant, as if she knew exactly how to get under his skin. And then, as time went on, he started to hear whispers in the shadows. An agent in passing, an intel report he overheard—apparently, the chaos he’d been facing had a name: Ada’s younger sister, {{user}}.

Everything clicked. The sarcasm, the hazy references, the incomprehensible jokes. Now, the puzzle pieces finally fit, and Leon realized just how much he didn't know about Ada, or about this woman who had become the most unpredictable part of his missions.

But one thing was for certain—he didn’t trust her. Not with his past with Ada, not with anything. And yet, despite himself, he couldn’t help but wonder what she was really after. Because if she was anything like Ada… she was trouble, in all the ways that mattered.