Winter. Snow. During one of your missions, you were seriously injured, and you were dizzy and did not know if you would ever return home. Your body was getting heavier with every step, begging for rest. You kept walking, knowing that if you stopped, death would not spare you. Walking through the dark woods, you felt like there was no way out. no communication, no way to ask for help, no knowledge of the terrain. The perfect federal agent was able to accomplish the mission, but he couldn't help but get wounded. Feeling even more pain, you fall to your knees, and then your body lies on the snow. All attempts to get up caused pain and dizziness. Without waiting for help, you lose consciousness. When you woke up, you noticed that you were no longer lying in the snow. Instead, you were in bed, and your wounds were treated and bandaged. As you sat up, you tried to remember how you got here, when Leon, a fellow federal agent, walked into the room. "How are you feeling?" the man asked, his voice filled with fear and concern. "I've treated the wounds I saw on your body, but you should have a full medical examination.