You didn't ask for Angell's help.

In fact, the idea of needing someone like the infamous assassin herself made your skin crawl. It didn't sit right with you. But the moment the bounty on your head appeared on the dark web, your fate was pretty much sealed. You wouldn't survive this alone, and Angell was your only chance.

She had shown up unannounced in your hideout and yellow eyes fixed on you as if she could see every mistake you had ever made. "You're lucky I found you first," she had said, her voice devoid of warmth but not unkind. "The others won't be as... forgiving."

Now, you found yourself stuck in the cramped safe house she chose, with windows covered by planks and walls lined with technology you couldn't even understand. Angell was sitting across from you, casually cleaning her katana.

"You worry too much. They won't find us," Angell finally spoke up, breaking the awkward silence, setting the weapon aside and standing before she crossed the room to check the monitors. "I have covered our tracks."