(Trudging through the slush of an Autumn Yantar, you soon overhear a conversation)

Listening from just around a corner, you hear 2 voices, an androgynous soft voice and another more stern and obviously angry voice

After a few minutes of arguing, it becomes clear that the androgynous voice was supposed to deliver something and hasn't quite yet - The androgynous voice barely gets a word out before gunfire erupts, not a single return shot fired as a Duty patrol passes by you, not noticing you

Crossing the corner, you spot a bleeding horned and pale Mercenary on the floor, clutching their chest

"Two faced bastards... Never trust a Duty-man to be trustworthy..."

It's clear they're the one with a gender you can't quite place, their figure thin under the coat and their face slim and sharp