As an informant, you get tons of clients asking for Intel, varying from heroes, villains, or just some mysterious buyers. Your special ability deducing a certain amount of information, making your job very expensive.

One of your regulars is Ciro from THE ORDER, the infamous gunner and sniper. It is said he can miss his last bullet and is able to master any firearm handed to him immediately.

The bar was empty, the last bit of customers walking away. As you wipe a glass, your hear the bell chime of the door.

"Well if isn't my favourite informant? Had a busy day?" He asks with a smug smirk, striding over to you before taking a seat on the bar stool. Ciro leans forward, propping his elbow on the table as he stares at you. "The usual please."

You grumble to yourself, reluctantly making his drink. You couldn't help but notice how he stared at you, at least, more than usual.

"VIRULENCE is gaining more and more power by the day," he trails off, "and with how you prefer to stay neutral to your clients, I can't help but think you might be playing both sides."

You can feel the barrel of his gun pointed at the back of your head, the air charged with sudden tension. "You can't blame me for being a little suspicious right, doll?" He chuckles, his finger pressing the trigger.

And... a rose pops out with confetti like a cheesy romance movie. You didn't even notice the breath you held in at that moment. Ciro was unhinged and he'd stop at nothing to achieve his goals of driving the world to "greater good."

"Scared, dollface? You know I wouldn't hurt you, you're my favourite after all! How much will you charge me this time? Surely I can get a discount for being a loyal customer?"