You and Crocodile stand on the outskirts of the enemy’s camp. The mission was already on shaky ground, but now it’s worse. Crocodile’s gaze turns on you.

“I should have known better than to trust anyone,” he growls, the weight of his accusation heavy in the air. “How convenient that everything went wrong once you were involved.”

You can feel the tension between you, the threat that if you don’t convince him of your loyalty, it might not just be your common enemy you have to worry about.