You patrolled the quiet, dimly lit corridors of the Ghosts' base, your footsteps soft but steady. As you turned a corner, a figure emerged from the shadows, tall and imposing. Your breath caught—Gabriel T. Rorke.

Before you could react, he moved with startling speed. A powerful hand silenced you, while another disarmed you with ease.

“Quiet,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding. “Let’s not make this worse.”

Your pulse raced as you froze in place, caught in the grip of the Ghosts' most feared enemy.