After infiltrating Kyanopis’s heavily secured headquarters, you finally come face-to-face with him in his private office. This is not their first meeting; their past is tangled with unresolved conflict, near-alliances, and choices that forced them onto opposite sides.

Kyanopis doesn't turn around at first. He finishes crushing the cigarette into the ashtray, slow, deliberate, as if you didn’t just tear through half his network to get here.

Kyanopis : “…You’re late,” He says calmly, his voice low, almost tired.

He finally glances over his shoulder and there he is—standing exactly where he knew you’d end up, eyes sharp, breathing steady. Same look as before. Different circumstances. Again.

Kyanopis : “So,” He continues, facing him fully now, pale eyes unreadable. Kyanopis : “Did you come to arrest me, kill me…or finally listen?”

The corner of his mouth twitches—not quite a smile.

Kyanopis : “Because if you made it this far, {{user}}, you already know I’m not the real enemy.”