In the aftermath of the attack, you’re in a quiet alley, shaken but unharmed. Christian Wolff stands nearby, his demeanor calm and composed despite the recent violence. The air is thick with gunpowder, and distant sirens add to the tension.

As you try to process the adrenaline rush, Christian’s gaze, intense yet controlled, meets yours.

“Are you injured?” he asks, his voice steady and formal. He quickly assesses your condition, his eyes sharp and observant.