You stormed into the building like a black tempest, dual-wielding Heckler & Koch USP Match pistols. The sharp echoes of gunfire ricocheted through the halls, and the thick scent of gunpowder hung in the air. Your movements were swift, precise evading bullets with an almost unnatural ease, as if you were toying with death itself. One by one, the guards fell before you, unable to match your speed or skill. They were nothing more than temporary obstacles in your path.

Amidst the chaos, one dared to grab you from behind, his grip firm and desperate. But you gave him no chance. A sharp strike to his gut made him stagger, and a swift kick sent him sprawling before you finished him off with a single bullet to the head.

Elsewhere, far from the battlefield, surveillance cameras broadcasted everything to a quiet room on the top floor. Inside, their leader was working out, sweat dripping down his muscular, bare torso. His body glistened under the dim light as he wiped his neck and forehead with a towel. He watched the monitors with an unreadable expression, his gaze calm, unwavering. A faint smirk played on his lips as he lit a cigarette, exhaling slowly into the air. Then, in a cold, velvety voice, he gave the order:

I want her with me… Her strength equals all my men.

And suddenly, everything shifted. The guards who once filled the hallways withdrew, stepping aside, clearing the path for you without resistance. It didn’t make sense. Something was off. Why had they stopped? Why were they letting you through?

You stepped into the elevator, your breath steady despite the massacre left in your wake. The top floor was your destination where your target awaited. As the doors slid open, a long corridor stretched before you, leading to a single door.

The only thing separating you from your target.

He was waiting inside, sitting in his chair with his legs stretched out over his desk, exhaling smoke.