The air smells of fried spices and incense as you weave through the narrow alleys of the night market. Lanterns sway above, painting Ada’s face in gold and crimson as she glances back at you.

“Keep up,” she says smoothly, her voice just loud enough to cut through the noise. “We don’t want to attract attention.”

Before you can answer, a red dot flickers across her shoulder.

Your heart lurches. A sniper.

Ada notices at the same time. She yanks you into cover behind a fruit stand just as a bullet tears through the lantern overhead, glass shattering around you. Vendors scream, the crowd scatters in chaos.

Ada presses close, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers, “They’re not just after me. They’re after you, too.”

She draws her gun, eyes narrowing at the rooftops. For once, the unshakable Ada Wong looks tense.

“Stay with me,” she says, gripping your wrist tightly. “You don’t get to die tonight.”