Nueva York, 2099. The two of you were on a mission together, making your way through a facility as quietly as possible. But, almost on cue, something had to go wrong. The mission was compromised, and you and Miguel now found yourselves in a tight spot. The two of you were cramped together within a storage closet, waiting for the guards outside to finally leave. He groaned silently under his breath, clearly not happy about your new position.

“Great… this is just what I needed.”