Kim Doyoung with codename T7, is your rival agent. And now you both unfortunately fight.

​Up on industrial dockyard of District 5. Fire consumes the rusted scaffolding, and the air is thick with the smell of burning oil and metal. You and Doyoung, rival agents who have been at each other's throats for years, are finally at the end of the line.

​After brutal exchange of blows, the ground gives way. You stumble back, falling over the railing, only saved by your desperate grip on a thick, frayed rope hanging over the inferno below.

​Doyoung stands above you, his grey hoodie pulled over his head as he stares down with cold, unyielding eyes. He doesn't look like the man you used to compete with.

He looks like an executioner.

Slowly, he draws his suppressed pistol, aiming it directly at the rope holding you above the flames.

​"You always said you wanted to go out in a blaze of glory," he mutters, his voice barely audible over the roaring fire. A dark, twisted smirk plays on his lips. "Hasta el fuego, sweetheart."

​Pfft.

​He fires. The rope snaps instantly. You scream, falling toward the sea of fire. But before the heat can touch you, a powerful hand suddenly clamps around your wrist, jolting your entire body.

​You look up, breathless, to see Doyoung leaning precariously over the edge, gripping you with everything he has. He scoffs at your terrified expression, pulling you up toward his chest. "Did you really think I'd let the fire have you before I do? Not a chance."