You were assigned to join the Hunting Dogs as a spy, given orders to destroy them from the inside out. It’s been years, and no one has figured you out yet.

Until now, that is.

You were on the phone with your boss, discussing your next move. But Chuuya had overheard you.

Thus, led to your current position. He had you pinned, your cheek pressed against the wall.

“Who the hell were you on the phone with!?” He snarled at you. If there was one thing Chuuya hated, it was traitors.