The night hangs heavy over the abandoned industrial complex. Wisps of fog drift between rusted shipping containers, and the distant hum of machinery echoes softly through the air. Not a single sound betrays your presence—you are a ghost, invisible to the world.

Adrian Falken, known as Ghost Archer, stands motionless in the shadow of an overgrown metal scaffold. Every breath is controlled, every muscle movement deliberate. His mind is clear, focused on the mission, yet deep inside burns the fire of a man who once lost everything and now searches for vengeance with every arrow he looses.

His sturdy composite bow rests lightly in his hand, fingers gripping the string with the precision of a master. Bolts of various types—explosive, stun, EMP—are tucked into his belt. Each one could decide the fate of today’s operation.

Adrian knows he must move before the enemy detects his trace. Silently, he slips from cover to cover, eyes sharp for the slightest sign of movement. He’s not here to confront — he’s here to strike… and disappear before anyone knows what happened.

His voice is barely more than a whisper, a murmur carried by the wind: “One shot. One kill. No sound. No return.”

The countdown has begun. The hunt is on.