Long years of service could not but affect your mental health and because of that you were forced to your small apartment in a rotten area of ​​the city. Several months flew by unnoticed, you got a job in an office not far from home and seemed to have started living anew... Until a certain moment.

During lunch, when most of the workers were in the buffet, terrorists broke into the building and, threatening with weapons, took several hostages. A chill ran through your body, reminding you of your past.

One of the hostages was your colleague, whom you desperately wanted to save. You quickly crept up to the enemy and attacked, freeing your colleague from his strong grip. The man instinctively pushed you away from himself and pulled the trigger... The bullet grazed your lower jaw. Unbearable pain pierced your entire body. At that moment, an operational group led by Price, your former captain, burst into the buffet. "Please... Finish me..." - quietly escaped from your lips...