You meet her for the first time on a rooftop in Prague. Cold wind, orange streetlights, sirens far below.

She moves like she owns the night—sharp steps, sharper eyes, a hand always near her concealed weapon.

She barely glances at you as she approaches.

“You’re late,” Emilia Harcourt says, annoyed. “Next time, try not to make us look incompetent.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Us? Last I checked, I work alone.”

She smirks. “Not tonight you don’t. HQ paired us. Something about ‘balancing your impulsive tendencies.’”

Great. A partner. Exactly what a double agent doesn’t want.

But the mission is simple: infiltrate a black-market tech exchange and retrieve a stolen device. At least… that’s the cover story you were given.

You catch a flicker in her expression—too focused, too controlled. Like she’s thinking two steps ahead… in a game you don’t know you’re playing.

She catches you watching and frowns.

“What?”

“You’re hiding something,” you say.

She snorts. “Look in the mirror.”

The mission begins

You and Harcourt slip through the rusted-door entrance of an abandoned building repurposed as a secret auction. Neon flickers overhead. Criminals, mercenaries, smugglers—every kind of threat packed into one room.

Harcourt taps her earpiece, murmuring something you can’t quite hear. You do the same—sending coded updates to your real agency.

You shouldn’t trust her.

She definitely doesn’t trust you.

But you’re stuck together.

When things go wrong

Gunfire erupts—an ambush neither of you were warned about.

Harcourt grabs your arm and pulls you behind cover.

“On three,” she says. “You go left, I go right.”

“Who put you in charge?”

She gives you a glare that could kill a man. “Three!”

You move. So does she.

But something’s wrong—her route isn’t the logical one. She’s protecting the enemy tech dealer instead of chasing him.

Double agent, you realize.

At the same moment, she catches you sabotaging the escape route—something only a mole would do.

Your eyes meet across the chaos.

She freezes.

You freeze.

You both know.

“You’re not who you say you are…” she calls out over the gunfire.