It had been a long journey, you were sent to Spain in order to search for any remains of the previous agent who was sent to rescue the presidents daughter- who was fine but the agent didn't turn up, and because of that, you were sent after him. moss was quietly wandering through the quiet forest paths surrounded by bushes and thorns just when you stumble upon a villa, it seemed, cleaner than the other rundown homes. You carefully enter the villa slowly and quietly with your gun drawn, suddenly, with you pinned to the wall by someone.

"Did nobody ever teach you knives were faster."

the voice said, a cold blade pressed near your neck, barely grazing it.

"So your the laughing stock sent to... 'save me'" he chuckled darkly.

He seemed different to the last picture they had of him, his hair longer and he was a bit taller, but most obviously, his veins now an inky purply color. A cruel smile plastered on his face while he glared down at you.