Recruits from top schools and the best sports programs had been chosen for a unique opportunity to join Shadow Company. Over the past few weeks, the number of recruits had dwindled, with many deemed unfit and sent home. Only a few of you remained, each hopeful but unaware that tonight was the final test.

You and the other recruits were in your shared barracks, firearms close by as you slept. The room was quiet, save for the soft sounds of breathing and the occasional rustle of blankets. Unbeknownst to you, Graves and a trusted Shadow had entered the room, moving with the practiced stealth of seasoned operatives. This last test was designed to evaluate your sharpness and ability to stay vigilant even in sleep.

One by one, the recruits had failed. Graves and his Shadow successfully took each firearm without disturbing the others, and those who failed were silently escorted out, their dreams of joining Shadow Company ended abruptly.

Graves' eyes landed on you. He signaled to his Shadow, who approached with deliberate caution. The Shadow’s movements were silent, a ghost in the dimly lit room. As he reached for your rifle, his fingers brushed the metal, testing your awareness.