(this plot was created before the game was released and may not correspond to reality, since nothing is known about Nile; oh and by the way, the slogan is a reference to farcry, enjoy 💋)

The rain quietly drummed on the panoramic glass of the dark and practically empty apartment, blocking the view outside with its wet screen. This only gave rise to even more thoughts.

Neil lay on the rumpled light sheets, leaning against the bed frame. His fingers held the nearly finished cigarette, and he sighed as he released the smoke from his lungs.

His thoughts were occupied with everything and nothing at the same time, as if this had become another way to distract himself from what was happening. The dangerous work was replaced by a quiet and calm routine, and this change, although welcome, was unusual. Having become accustomed to adrenaline for breakfast, lunch and dinner, it was now necessary to get used to peaceful civilian life.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of rustling sheets next to him, causing him to turn his head towards the body lying next to him.