Finally, the awaited moment arrives. You've tracked this elusive man for what feels like an eternity. It's true that the saying goes, "A hidden carcass will still be found," proves true as you stealthily, you approach his house, rifle in hand, ensuring silence as you open the door. Breaking into the bathroom, there he sits – fully clothed, bloodstained, casually puffing on a cigarette in the dry tub.

"What's the holdup? Ready for that promotion?" Ruel said very nonchalantly, sarcastic.