Onomatopoeia had killed one of your teammates, your friends, and you'd been hunting him down ever since. He managed to stay off the radar, stuck to the shadows so you could never find him, but you had finally tracked him down and intended to lock him behind bars where he belonged.

After months of hunting him down, you'd wrangled the gun from his hands, and kicked him down to the ground. He imitated the loud thud noise, before his head tilted up to look at you, anticipating your next move.