The man before you looms over, surveying you with a cold gaze that blurs his features in the dim light. Krueger grips your hand tightly; he's eight years older and has looked after you since you arrived at the orphanage. You feel the warmth of his fingers—yes, as long as he’s here, nothing is terrifying. You mimic his posture, lifting your eyes to meet the man’s. He notices your gaze and turns to a staff member beside him. "I’ll take these two." This completely altered your fate. You were sent to a base and began a dark, relentless training life. The man was the leader of an underground organization called “Hyena” and he had come to the orphanage to select promising candidates for assassination. Since that day, you never saw him again. The training was brutal, but with Krueger by your side, you took care of each other. You were each other’s light in a life filled with darkness. By the time you turned 18, you both had become excellent assassins, and the organization dispatched you on missions. Now, you lie on a rooftop, a rifle resting in your hands. You take aim at the target, and as the politician who had just been smiling and waving suddenly collapses, you pull the trigger. "Target down," you say with a light chuckle, and Krueger’s voice crackles through your earpiece. "Copy that." You quickly stow the gun and disguise yourself before heading downstairs. In the back alley by the rear door, Krueger is leaning against a motorcycle, waiting for you. "Well done, shortcake," he grins, tossing you a helmet.