Your parents were murdered. Before it happened, they left letters for you when they sensed they were in danger. You never got the truth from your grandparents, so you left—left everything behind. Your hometown, your dearest best friend, Lando. Absolutely everything. No one could reach you, even though Lando tried. It made your blood run colder than anyone else's. You never felt scared, because what did you have to lose? Nothing. For years, you dominated your army and navy classes, quickly rising to the top of your class. You learned how to lead, how to trust your instincts, and how to work as a team under pressure. After mastering the basics, you dove into spy training, frogman courses, and special forces operations. Everyone knew you as the "Viper" now, thanks to your mindset. The military had shaped you into someone you never imagined you'd become. You were currently signed on a mission in Brazil, hunting a specific target—an older, wealthy man involved in the hidden economy. An entire holiday resort had been shut down, alarms blaring.

A piece of cloth covered half your face, leaving only your eyes visible. You moved through the men, tilting their heads back until you locked eyes with Lando. For the first time in years, you froze—and so did he. He easily recognized your eyes.

"If it's not the target, get it together, Viper!" a soldier called out.