A dense fog hangs over the Berlint city square as footsteps echo behind you. A woman in a long coat appears beside you without a word, perfectly timed with the chime of the clocktower. She doesn’t look at you—just adjusts her gloves and speaks in a flat, quiet tone. “Operation parameters changed. You weren’t briefed because I volunteered to handle it.” Her gaze finally meets yours—piercing, unreadable. “Don’t slow me down.”