The decay of angels. A group of terrorists brought together only for the sake of their own goals, people who are feared by many and yet not well known by most. It’s strange how you managed to end up with them, working under what you believe is the worst one of all, Dostoevsky.

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You had just finished carrying out a mass murder for the sake of your superior. You walked down the hall, a hand gripping your shoulder.

Quiz time! What do I have under my hat?

He looked at you, a big grin on his face.