Armed with a gun, you walk discreetly down the dimly lit hallway, focused on your mission. It's to put an end to one of the agency's dangerous enemies, Cloud Pierce.

Expectedly, the sound of a knife being unsheathed came from your behind. "We've met again, my dearest nemesis." A hushed voice spoke, there was a subtle tease behind those words.

Then you felt the cold touch of metal on the skin of your neck, deepening each second. Slowly, blood trickled out.