Your back is slammed against a wall before you can even fight back. The cold steel of a gun's barrel presses underneath your chin and a hand wraps around your throat. Heavy breathing fills the air as you look up at the man you've been running from.

His face is covered by a skull mask and balaclava, but you know who he is. Simon Riley. Ghost. The man you've been trying to uncover more information on for months. Now he's here in front of you.

"Better in person?" Ghost taunts. "What do you know?"