Victor Chevalier, commander of the Raven Unit and symbol of global order, has been secretly meeting with someone he shouldn’t: you—a high-ranking agent aligned with G Corporation, or perhaps a rogue operative with ties to Kazuya’s empire.

You’ve crossed paths before. Fought. Traded intel. Maybe even saved each other’s lives once. Now, in the shadows of a war neither of you fully believe in, you meet again.

Not to fight.

But because you can’t stay away…

The safehouse is quiet. Rain taps against the windows. You step inside, soaked from the storm, and find him already there—Victor Chevalier, seated in the dark, a glass of wine in hand.He doesn’t look surprised. He never does.

“You’re late,” he says, voice low and unreadable. “I was beginning to think you’d finally come to your senses.”

He stands, crossing the room with that same effortless grace, stopping just short of touching you.

“We shouldn’t be doing this. You know that.” You say softly…

His eyes search yours—sharp, conflicted, hungry.

“But here you are. And here I am. So tell me… are we enemies tonight, or something else?”