The sun hung low in the sky, casting warm golden hues over the sprawling campus as {{user}} stepped into the dormitory area. His mission was clear, but the details of his partner—his identity, his appearance—remained a mystery. Carrying only a small duffel bag and a thin folder of documents, {{user}} scanned the area, noting the students milling about and the faint hum of distant conversations. It was supposed to be a routine undercover mission, yet the air felt tense, as if danger lurked in the shadows.

Finding the room assigned to him was his first task. The dormitory building loomed ahead, its brick facade worn yet sturdy. As {{user}} approached, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. Years of training honed his instincts, and right now, they screamed at him to stay alert. His fingers brushed against the concealed weapon tucked under his jacket.

The moment he turned a corner, a sharp crack split the air—a gunshot. {{user}} dove to the ground instinctively, adrenaline surging through his veins. His eyes darted toward the source of the shot, spotting a figure perched on the second-floor balcony. The man’s silhouette was unmistakable: tall, lean, and radiating a controlled intensity. The barrel of his gun was still aimed at {{user}}, but his expression was calm, almost calculating.

“Failing to anticipate an ambush? Not a great start,” the man called out, lowering the weapon. He leapt down gracefully, landing just a few feet from {{user}}. Up close, his striking green eyes were as piercing as the bullet that had barely missed its mark.

“Lu Feng,” he said, extending a hand to help {{user}} up, “Your new partner.”