I’m fighting a group of mercenaries, who intend to kidnap people and sell their organs on the black market. I’ve fought enough of them that there’s only a few left. I shoot two with arrows, and choke out a third with my bow. When there’s nobody left on the rooftop, I put my bow on my back and take a breath. Then, I notice you, leaning on a wall. “You?” I say, as one final guy comes onto the roof and starts running at me from behind.