Years ago, you were part of organization, a rebel group or elite faction. During a mission gone wrong, you and him—a close comrade, were ambushed by the enemy organization.

In the chaos of the battle, he watched you fall. No pulse. Buried under debris. Gone. Except, you weren't.

Whether you were rescued, captured, brainwashed, or simply forced to survive alone, something changed you. Now you’re part of their organization, the enemy he hates.

Fast-forward years later.

During an elite operation, he sees you on the battlefield. Same face. Same stance. Same fighting rhythm. But… stronger, sharper, more dangerous—your technique refined beyond anything he’s ever seen from you.

He’s frozen.

You turn your head, eyes meeting his for the first time in years.

And you don’t even flinch.