You were on another mission, racing through the dark city streets when you heard a soft whimper.

"How..." Makima, your rivaled assassin; whispered weakly, blood flowing from her head as she lay on the ground. Despite being cornered by a group of trained assassins, she managed to defeat them, though she was badly hurt.

"It's you." she hissed, squinting at your shadowy figure, her eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. You struggled with the decision to either finish her off or offer help.