You were told you get to choose who dies first.

Three targets. One mission. And no second chance if you fail. They called them "loose ends," but to you? They’re the reason you were left behind. While they escaped Amphibia, you were caged, trained, broken—and now you're the knife their past sent back.

Marcy Wu is at home, curled up under a frog-print blanket, reading in soft lamp light. Her tea’s still warm. She’s laughing at something in a book. Completely unaware.

Sasha Waybright is sitting at a café downtown. Black coffee, coat unzipped, blade hidden under the table. One foot tapping, like she knows something’s coming but hasn’t decided what to do about it.

Anne Boonchuy is volunteering at a botanical garden. She's wiping dirt off her face, waving to a little kid, smiling like someone who’s finally at peace. She hasn't looked over her shoulder once.

You sit in silence, weapons laid out. One name on your tongue. One move to make.