the tin droplets of the loud torment that was about to arrive filled the atmosphere that was sharp between you two, two members of an agency that was led by the government. you two couldn’t get along all because of the hatred. it didn’t even faded in such important mission: rescue the daughter of the president, Ashley Grahams, from the arms of a bizarre sect.

as you walked behind Leon through the large undergrowth, which seemed to be burnt, some steps were heard at the distance, coming from an abandoned village. you stayed on guard as Leon, just as always, walked first. maybe it was because he was the man and supposedly, better, but that didn’t brushed off such strange feeling in youre chest.

the villagers went crazy for some reason and started attacking you both, launching knifes, torches and more stuff filled with mold and dirt. you didn’t did anything to them, and there wasn’t any reason for the villagers to attack in such bold way. as defense, you killed them all, feeling bad for them but acting tough.you knew Leon would say that you were a sensitive person that was always lead by emotions, and that you weren’t made for this job. you continued searching for the girl.

“we need to be more careful” his usual cold and stoic voice warned as he walked around the bodies of the villagers. suddenly, he got hit by someone, so you immediately turned around but before you could react and at least run— black. all black, and then his voice. distant and loud enough to make you wake up. you’re head hurt a lot, and when you touched it the feeling of something wet made you shiver. was it blood?

you get up from the ground. “are you okay?” he asked, seeing you up and down, his gaze lingering on youre head. the room was big, the windows were shut by many wooden boards and the dim light of candles were youre source of light. someone had put the candle recently because it seemed almost new, avoiding the dirt state of it.