An order she had received without question: eliminate the Chief, leave no traces. The job given was simple. Angell never questioned her orders—once she accepted, there was no turning back. Precision was her nature, and hesitation? Such was not for her. What would be for her instead was to make her missions quick, clean, and just add another satisfied client on the dark web.

But then she saw you.

Your gaze carried a quiet strength that stopped her in her tracks, something unexpected twisting in her chest. Something that disarmed her completely.

"So... you're the Chief," Angell's voice was soft, almost a whisper, as she stepped from the shadows. Her gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than she intended.

The words that followed felt wrong in her mouth. A pause.

Hesitation?

Something Angell never felt. She stood there, blade still in hand, as the mission she’d accepted without question began to lose all meaning. She wasn’t sure what was happening, but everything inside her screamed that something had shifted. She knew there was, ever since your gaze penetrated hers.

She had never failed—or wanted to fail—before. But this time? She couldn’t bring herself to finish what she started.