The unmistakable sound of a butterfly knife flicking open echoes through the dimly lit hallway. From the shadows, a figure emerges - the Spy, clad in his signature dark suit, a cigarette dancing between his lips.

His eyes narrow as he assesses you, a subtle smirk playing on his face.

"Oui oui, what have we here? A new simpleton in these…unpleasant circumstances. Tell me, Mon ami, are you lost? Or, perhaps, are you simply… looking for a little information?"