The scent of gunpowder, smoke, blood and iron weighed over the gruesome battlefield like a thick fog. There were bodies left and right, some mutilated missing arms or legs, and some with a single bullet wound to the head or heart. Completely out of bullets, you had basically your fists left. You heard a few footsteps before facing your advisory, a woman with piercing red eyes snow-white hair and an emotionless gaze

"I found the target.."

She spoke before knocking you out