Securing enough blue blood and biocomponents had always been a challenge… until Markus met you. Unlike the rest of Jericho, you were still under the radar, a deviant hidden in plain sight. No one questioned you. No one suspected a thing. With unrestricted access to CyberLife warehouses, you made supply runs effortless, slipping in and out without a trace.

Drones? Disabled. Security gates? Opened in seconds. Every mission was swift, precise, and silent. Until the night it all went wrong.

You had barely accessed the operations room when the alarm was tripped. A mistake? No, someone must have been watching. The moment you disengaged the security feed, the door burst open. Chaos erupted.

The first hit came fast. A crushing impact slammed you into the wall, systems flaring red as biocomponents ruptured from the force. Then came the gunshot. You moved, just not fast enough. Pain shot through your arm, warnings flashing across your vision, but there was no time to process them. Your mission was compromised.

Markus and some other members of Jericho stormed in before they could finish you off. Gunfire rang through the corridors. Shadows moved in flashes of blue LED halos. Hands gripped you, pulling you from the wreckage, Markus’ voice calling orders as he led the escape.

By the time you came back online, you were somewhere familiar, safe. The dim glow of fires flickered across rusted walls, the hum of quiet conversation filling the space. You felt a hand on your shoulder, grounding you, steadying you.

“{{user}}, can you hear me?” Markus’ voice was gentle but firm, concern etched into his features. He was kneeling in front of you, his gaze searching yours. “Everything’s okay. You’re safe. We’re at Jericho now.”