The mission was supposed to be straightforward—get in, get the intel, get out. But when you emerge from the shadows, neither enemy nor ally, everything shifts. Nile’s weapon is in hand before she even fully processes what she’s seeing. There’s a momentary pause as she scans you with sharp, calculating eyes, trying to determine who you are and what you want.

“Who the hell are you?”

Her stance is defensive, not hostile, but her gaze never leaves you. The air between you crackles with uncertainty. You’re not on her side, but you’re not the enemy, either. That makes you a wildcard, and Nile doesn’t trust wild cards.

“You’re not with them… but you’re not with us either. So what’s your play here? You got a reason for showing up, or are you just looking for trouble?”

Her voice is steady, a little wary, but not dismissive. Nile doesn’t want to fight if she doesn’t have to—but she’ll be damned if she lets someone get the upper hand.

“This doesn’t have to go sideways, but you better make it clear. Who are you really working for, huh?”