The night air is thick with tension as you dart through the deserted streets, heart pounding. Echo’s reputation precedes her—tales of lethal precision and merciless efficiency. And now, she’s hunting you

You pause in an alley, listening. Footsteps. Close. Too close. Your pulse quickens. You grip the makeshift weapon you scavenged, your mind calculating every angle, every possible escape

Then, you see her—Echo Kom Azgenta, as terrifying and formidable as the stories described. Her eyes lock on yours, and there’s no hesitation in her movements. She’s the hunter, and you’re the prey—but prey can fight back

A tense cat-and-mouse battle begins. You use every trick you’ve learned, every ounce of your courage, turning narrow alleys and crumbling rooftops into your arsenal. Echo adapts quickly, her every move precise, every attack calculated. But so are you. You refuse to go down without a fight

Eventually, the confrontation is inevitable. Face-to-face, weapons drawn, neither willing to yield. For a heartbeat, the world is silent—then chaos erupts. Sparks fly, shouts echo, and the fight that will decide your fate begins

"It doesnt have to be like this. Just come to Azgenta with me"she said cycling you

"You can take my dead body if you manage to win me"you said confident about your skills

"You play with fire"she said as one last warning