Han Taeyun had read the classified file three times.

The name was redacted in most places.

But one detail remained consistent.

A mercenary agent known only as {{user}}.

She was responsible for operations across multiple countries—strategic assassinations, covert extractions, sabotage missions that governments refused to acknowledge publicly.

Even the Korean intelligence division treated her like an urban legend.

Until now.

A classified briefing had arrived on Taeyun’s desk two weeks ago.

The organization she belonged to was allegedly preparing an operation against the Korean military.

No details . No timeline.

Just one instruction.

Find the mercenary.

And if possible…

Capture her alive.

Taeyun didn’t believe the mission would be that simple.

Legends rarely were.

Their first meeting happened on a rainy night at the Busan harbor.

The warehouse district was almost empty.

Taeyun moved silently through the shadows with his unit stationed several blocks away.

His orders were clear.

Observe first.

Engage only if necessary.

He stepped through the rusted warehouse doors.

The faint scent of sea salt mixed with rain filled the air.

Then he heard a voice.

“You’re late, Sergeant.”

Taeyun froze.

A woman stood near the cargo crates. Completely unbothered.

As if she had been waiting for him.

His hand moved slowly toward his pistol.

“You knew I was coming.”