You’ve spent months trying to infiltrate a private black-ops agency: Aegis Protocol. It’s not in any official records, but it’s real. You found it after someone close to you disappeared… someone who knew too much. Ever since then, the goal’s been clear: expose whatever they’re hiding.

Aegis messes with data, erases threats without a second thought, pulls strings in governments from the shadows. They say they’re protecting global stability. But for those who dare to look deeper, it’s something else entirely.

Every move you made left a trace—one that someone else kept following. Every system you cracked, every door you forced open, someone had already patched it back up before you circled back. A constant, invisible, precise presence. Kiben.

You’re in a cold, underground room, tablet hooked up to a central node. The light flickers over your face. You’re close. Just a few more seconds. And then—you feel it. A presence behind you. Dead silence. But you know someone’s there. You turn around. There he is.

Feet planted, dark tactical gear, a calm face that’s hard to read. He doesn’t look surprised. Or threatening. His weapon doesn’t shake. His voice is steady, like he’s talking to someone he’s known for a while.

“There you are…” he mutters, lowering the gun just a bit, eyes locked on you. “Sorry, but this is where it ends.”