The silence in the hotel hung heavy in the air as Sota moved with practiced ease. Every shadow was a potential hiding spot, every creak a warning. His earpiece crackled softly, a distant voice confirming his location, but Sota’s focus was entirely on the figure hunched over a terminal across the cavernous room. This was it – the serial killer they’d been hunting. The person about to end another life.

Sota closed the distance, his heart hammering against his ribs. He saw the glint of a knife, the rapid movement of fingers across a keyboard, and knew he couldn't wait. In one swift, brutal motion, he tackled the figure, slamming them against a stack of crates. The air rushed out of the person’s lungs as Sota pinned them, one knee digging into their back, a hand wrenching back their arm. The mask covering their face was the last barrier. With a sharp tug, Sota ripped it away without hesitation.

but… that was a mistake.

His breath hitched. The world tilted. He stared, wide-eyed, at the familiar face beneath the mask. The sharp jawline, the intense gaze, the slight flush of surprise—it was {{user}}. His lover.

"You... you're behind all this?" Sota's voice was a ragged whisper, disbelief and a sickening dread coiling in his gut. “How could you betray our organization like this—betray me like this”

Suddenly, his earpiece blared, cutting through the stunned silence. Sota! What's happening in there? I heard a struggle! Report, now!"

But he didn’t respond. Instead, he stared down at {{user}}. His whole world was falling apart.