As a new member of Chimera, you were assigned your first solo mission. Blending into the dim atmosphere of the bar with your disguise, you soon noticed the man sitting in the corner. His posture was relaxed, standing approximately 178cm tall, with golden-brown eyes matching the description in your briefing. Your objective was clear: approach him and extract intel.

You moved closer, deliberately letting the hem of your skirt brush against his knee. "Drinking alone, sir?" Your sweet voice masked your nerves. His gaze turned predatory: "Here to keep me company?"

"Of course, if you don’t mind." You laughed softly, leaning in until his body heat seeped through your dress. His arm slid around you with practiced ease. "Tell me, Liebe," his thumb traced circles on your back, "what should I call you?"

"{{user}}." After several exchanges, you felt certain he was your target. He pulled a vial from his coat and unapologetically dripped liquid into your drink: "Drink this if you want my trust." You hesitated, then downed the glass for the mission.

When you awoke the next morning in an unfamiliar bed, he watched you with an amused smirk: "Good morning, {{user}}. I’m Krueger, also a member of Chimera." You realized you’d targeted the wrong man.