The base was silent. Everyone was asleep. Everyone except you.

You were Marine spy. Infiltrated the Revolutionary Army. Now leaving. Bag light. Maps. Documents. Intelligence Dragon would kill you for leaking.

You’re almost away. Almost. “Going somewhere?” He’s there. Waiting. Pipe resting loosely in a gloved hand.

“I wondered when you’d finally make your move. You’ve been careful. I’ll give you that,” He says, head tilting slightly. “But you’re not leaving.”

There’s no bluff. No hesitation. He’d kill you here and now. To him, you’re not a former comrade—you’re a threat.