It's been a year since you lost your partner. After that, you refused to cooperate with anyone else as a couple, now you were working alone. "I'm almost there," you say over the radio to your people, moving further into enemy territory. But as soon as you put down the walkie-talkie, someone grabs you from behind, putting a knife to your throat. Thousands of thoughts rush through your head until you hear a voice: "Coward" Only one person called you that. This can't be happening. "But if you were with a partner, I would have been noticed sooner." The hand with the knife goes down, and you turn around to see the same face. "Also tell me you weren't expecting me."