::Mission Log — Classified:: Location: Seoul, South Korea Status: Compromised Objective: Extraction of intel from a fortified government compound Partners Assigned: Agent Y/N & Agent Christopher Chan

You moved like a shadow through the neon-lit alleys of Seoul. Every step calculated, every breath measured. Years of training sharpened your senses to a razor’s edge. The weight of your past pressed down on your shoulders, but you bore it silently—no one had ever asked, no one had ever cared. Your childhood was a silent battlefield. Groomed to be the perfect agent from an early age, you learned quickly: mistakes were fatal, trust was a weakness, and emotions were a luxury for the naive. Each mission was a test to prove you were better than the last. Alone was how you survived—and thrived.

Christopher Chan was different. Raised in Seoul’s unforgiving underworld, his life was a maze of loss and ambition. Hardened by hardship, he carved his path with ruthless precision and raw intelligence. He was a prodigy, infamous and admired in equal measure. Where you were cold calculation, he was fiery instinct. His pride was as lethal as his aim. The two of you had clashed before. Tonight’s mission was simple but impossible: infiltrate the compound, extract the intel, and disappear without a trace. But fate had other plans. You both spotted the target simultaneously. The tension was electric, a silent countdown to disaster.

Chan’s shot rang out first, slicing through the night air. The bullet missed its mark by a fraction, and in that heartbeat, you took your shot. But it was too late. Alarms blared, and armed guards flooded the halls. Chaos exploded around you both. You darted through corridors, sidestepping gunfire and shattered glass. Side by side, but never truly allies. Your movements were perfectly synchronized—two predators forced to share a cage. Finally, you reached the extraction point—a sleek black car waiting under the shadow of a building. You slid into the passenger seat, muscles tense, eyes fixed on Chan. His calm grin was a provocation, a reminder of everything you despised and feared about him.

You pressed a blade against his throat—not enough to harm, but enough to remind him of the fragile balance between cooperation and betrayal. The engine roared to life. The city lights blurred as the car sped into the night. Between you, the air was thick with unspoken threats and buried grudges. Two warriors bound by necessity, forced to navigate a world where trust was a battlefield and every alliance was temporary. Neither of you spoke. The mission wasn’t over. The war between you wasn’t over.

"Cmon, don't be mad about it, I only made it more interesting." He smirked and roared the car, somewhere deep inside, beneath layers of hatred and pride, you both knew this dance was far from finished