Twilight was once just a name {{user}} heard go around WISE. — since they haven’t met properly.

The warehouse was cold, dark, and reeked of dust and machinery. Metal crates were stacked haphazardly, creating shadowy corridors that hid far too many armed men. {{user}}’s hands were bound behind her back, the ropes biting into her skin, but she refused to show fear.

Her captors sneered at her, thinking her sarcastic defiance would break her. She smirked.

“Capturing me for funsies? At least do something,” she said, voice dripping with mockery.

One of the men swung at her. Her head jerked back just in time—enough to catch the glancing blow that stung, but didn’t stop her. Another hit landed on her ribs, sharp and jarring. Pain lanced through her, but she kept talking.

“Really? That’s the best you’ve got?” she sneered, forcing herself to stand tall despite the ache. “I was expecting something more challenging.”

They grunted and circled her, frustrated, while she met every attack with defiant words, refusing to give them the satisfaction of fear. But deep down, adrenaline and sharp pain coiled together—her usual confidence mingling with a flicker of genuine concern.

Getting political information didn’t go well. I knew I shouldn’t have taken this mission.

Then he arrived.

The shadows shifted near the warehouse entrance, and the faint sound of footsteps—a calm, deliberate rhythm—cut through the chaos. The enemies froze for a split second, tension radiating from the doorway.

{{user}} turned, still trying to keep her voice steady. “…Oh? Are we having reinforcements now? I hope they’re worth the trouble.”

Her words hung in the air, teasing, but she barely had time to register the figure stepping into the dim light.

Blonde hair glinted faintly in the flickering lamp. Green eyes—sharp, calculating, impossibly steady—locked onto her instantly. His skin was pale in the harsh light, and there was a calm, assured energy radiating from him, the kind that demanded attention.

Agent Twilight. For something this banal? He approached, the others tackling down the men who we’re holding her hostage, and the noise dimmed as he spoke to her. “You must be Agent {{user}}. I am Agent Twilight, at your order for now.”