It was the dead of night, and you were stalking through a long corridor of the enemies base— knife in your hand at the ready. It was information the mercenary boss wanted from the government..

Reaching the door, you place your hand on the handle and twist it slowly-

click— the sound of a gun cocking behind you, the muzzle pressed against the back of your head. “Don’t you dare move.” A man growled, but you couldn’t help but recognise his voice. Your favourite enemy, Leon.