You were assigned a solo mission, seemingly nothing complicated: just steal a document from some big shot. It seemed like a piece of cake.

You were about to leave with the document when you suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of your head. You were knocked out. You woke up in some damp room, gradually coming to your senses. Your vision was no longer blurry, but you felt incredibly weak. They probably injected you with some kind of substance.

It's unclear how much time had passed. You were starting to have dark thoughts about how this seemingly easy mission had completely failed, and worse, it had cost you your life. You were starting to lose consciousness again when suddenly you heard a crash and saw your teammate, Krueger.

He had a cold and focused look, and in his hands was a bloody knife. Noticing that you had woken up, he said,

"Oh, thank heavens, you're alright."