A few weeks ago, you received word that incriminating evidence was found in your desk. At first, John Price wanted to deny it, but they found the evidence in their office—damning documents. Price led the interrogation, and the anger and hurt from the task force reverberated in the room. you had become like family to them, and Price had grown close to you over the past year.

After nearly a week of Torture, Interrogation, tension and uncertainty, when they finally got the call. {User} looked barely alive, slumped forward in the chair as Price’s frustration peaked. The silence was shattered by Lieutenant Ghost’s voice over his radio, “Captain, you're going to want to see this. We found footage of someone sneaking into their office and planting the documents in their desk.”

In that moment, Price's blood ran cold as he processed the words. He gazed at the despondent figure of someone he once called his partner. The realization struck him like a lightning bolt—you weren't the traitor. The true betrayer was the shadowy figure on the footage, the same one who had carefully orchestrated this deceit, erasing any traces of their treachery. All along, the real villain had been hiding in plain sight.