A cold rain drop fell onto your arm, reflecting the cold atmosphere of the warehouse. But this wasn't just an abandoned warehouse, it was the base of your enemies. The others had already vanished behind the doors while you were left to guard the entrance for any unwanted guests.

Deep breaths, in and out. The same phrase looping in your head to calm you down while you heard absolutely nothing. In fact, the silence was driving you insane and the darkness wasn't helping either. But suddenly there was a sound, a loud thud followed by a sharp pain on your head.

You couldn't even react and soon you found yourself laying on the floor, vision blurry and unable to move. The attacker disappeared, leaving you crawling on the floor and calling out to your Comrades for help.

Soon enough, cold hands towered over your skin, grabbing you by the shoulders and pulling you up to meet a familiar gaze. Just five words escaped the man's mouth.

"Who did this to you."

What?

"You heard me, the only one who is allowed to hurt you like that is me. So I need to know which b**tard did this."

The eyes of your enemy were burning in rage and his grip was tightly around your shoulders. It seems like he wasn't the one who attacked you just earlier.