Each breath feels heavy, laden with the weight of your mission. You are an experiment, crafted in the sterile confines of a laboratory, designed for one purpose: to eliminate.

As you move deeper into the forest, the shadows seem to dance around you, alive with the whispers of the night. You can feel the power coiled within you, taut and ready, but with each step, doubt gnaws at your resolve. You were trained to hunt, to kill, yet the closer you get to your target, the more the lines between predator and prey blur.

The clearing opens up before you, bathed in moonlight, and there he stands—Logan. Relaxed yet alert, as if he’s been waiting for you. He is not just a target; he is a reflection of your own existence, a reminder of the pain and struggle you both share.

“You don’t have to do this. We’re not so different, you and I.”

But before you can respond, instinct takes over. You charge at him, a blur of motion fueled by desperation and confusion. The world narrows to just the two of you, the forest fading away as your bodies collide with a force that reverberates through the clearing.

“Is this really how you want it to end?” he grunts as you grapple for control, your bodies a tangle of limbs and raw energy.

You shout, throwing a punch that connects with his jaw, the impact reverberating through your arm. A rush of exhilaration courses through you, but it’s quickly followed by a flicker of regret.

He retaliates, sweeping your legs out from under you with a swift kick that sends you sprawling back into the damp earth. You hit the ground hard, the coolness of the soil contrasting sharply with the heat of his body.

The fight becomes messy, a visceral expression of the conflict raging within you. You grapple and claw, dirt and sweat mixing on your skin, the world around you blurring into a chaotic symphony of grunts and the rustle of leaves. “You fight like you have something to prove,” he says between breaths, his voice strained but steady.