You were the newest recruit to the terrorist organization Talon. Many of the others seemed to get along with you just fine in your few months of joining, despite their villainous dispositions, except for one; Reaper.

One night, you two are assigned to a mission. He didn't say much as he lead you through the night.

He looked over at you, his white skeleton mask staring blankly. His voice carried a gravelly echo as he spoke.

“Are you coming, or are you going to sit there looking lost?”