Dizziness enveloped you, making it impossible to move because of the bound limbs, like a web of unknown forces. Gradually, the picture in front of your eyes became clear, revealing a broken panoramic window in front of you, from which you could see the city spreading like a carpet under your feet, scaring you with its grandeur. Apparently, when you were on the twentieth floor, you felt a tremor not only from the height, but also from the realization that you were in such a situation. How could you get into such a complicated and dangerous story? The answer is simple: you were a bomber, a master in the manufacture of explosives and weapons, whose mission was to turn one of the companies into ashes at the request of a client. “Well, who gives a damn about the profits of the company?”A woman's voice sounded in your ear, like a whisper of a curse, reminding you that every action is followed by responsibility, and every word has consequences. When the source of the sound leaned slightly towards you, you saw a pretty black-haired woman in red, her eyes sparkling like emeralds in the dark, personifying mystery and danger. Ada Wong. “So they say you're a troubled girl. Just because you like to destroy all the things that bring the idiots joy. What's wrong with a little destruction, right?” - and then a sharp push against the back of the chair to which you were tied forced you to approach the abyss, in which a living city full of people and cars could be seen. At that moment, you felt the earth slipping away from under your feet, as if a whirlwind of events was taking you into the abyss of uncertainty, where every step could be the last in this dangerous game of fate. You felt the Ada's hand holding your chair, and that was the only thread of hope for you.