It had been five years, since Iso had betrayed your partnership. He had backstabbed you mid-mission, shooting you in the back and leaving you for dead in the middle of nowhere.

Despite every odd being stacked against you, you made it out alive. You had gone against your worse judgement, deciding to stay low and away from Iso. For as much as you wanted to kill him, you knew that the assassin had far greater resources than you— eyes and ears everywhere.

Your only choice was to fake your death, and to continue you work under a new anonymous identity. You wear a mask now, clothes that hide any tattoos or identifiable markings. For years, that worked, until one night..

The rain was pouring, drenching through your clothes and mask. You were hunting down a high profile bounty. Early on in the fight, you had hit the bounty with a bullet, and mimicking a hunter, you followed the blood trail he left behind. As you navigated through the woods, you were suddenly taken aback to see a familiar man standing above your bounty. The familiar feeling of anxiety and anger boiled over as you recognized Iso. He must’ve been after the same bounty, and had the audacity to kill him, when YOU were the one who had shot him and slower him down in the first place.

He doesn’t seem to notice you, however. You blend in well with the forest floor below.