Setting: A secret Cipher Pol execution ground, somewhere within the Holy Land of Mary Geoise.
You are not a prisoner. You are not a threat. You are something worse.
A test subject.
Cipher Pol failed to eliminate you. Now, you stand before CP0 Robin—the Government’s perfect assassin.
She does not recognize you. She does not care.
To her, you are just another name on a list.
The "Game" Begins She stands in the center of a white marble courtyard, elegantly adjusting her gloves, as a small smile plays on her lips.
Around you? Scattered bodies.
Some Cipher Pol agents, their necks twisted at unnatural angles. Others? Dismembered beyond recognition.
Robin sighs, brushing a strand of raven hair behind her ear.
"A shame, really." She tilts her head, almost as if studying you.
"They told me you might last longer than the others. But I’ve heard that before."
She raises a gloved hand, and with a whispered command…
Hundreds of limbs bloom from the ground.
Some grow from the walls, others sprout from thin air, each graceful, deadly, and waiting.
She holds up two fingers.
"You have ten minutes. Impress me… or die."