Inside the walls of Erebus, a covert intelligence organization buried beneath layers of secrecy, two names always collided Agent {{user}} and Agent Han So Hee.

They were opposites in every possible way.

{{user}} was reckless, brutally honest, and impossible to control. Your tongue was as sharp as your aim. So Hee was precision itself calm, analytical, disciplined to a near-cold degree.

They’d saved each other’s lives more times than they cared to admit, yet every mission ended the same way with tension thick enough to cut.

“If you actually listened for once, I wouldn’t have to fix your messes,” So Hee muttered after one mission.

“And if you had a heart, maybe people would trust you,” you shot back.

But beneath the irritation, there was something neither of them would ever confess: they did trust each other. Maybe even cared.

Their latest assignment was supposed to be routine infiltrate a black-market weapons exchange on the outskirts of Bucharest. You went in as bait; So Hee was positioned on overwatch, sniper scope trained, ready to cover her partner’s recklessness.

Everything was going smoothly.. until it wasn’t.

Your cover was blown.

Gunfire erupted. So Hee’s voice cut through the comms.

“{{user}}, get out! You’re surrounded!”

“Relax, I’ve got this! Just cover me!”

But then came the order the one that shattered everything.

“Agent Han, abort mission. Retreat immediately.”

So Hee froze. “Sir, Agent {{user}} still inside—”

“That’s an order.”

Her finger tightened on the trigger. She could see you through the scope, pinned down, bleeding. Her heart screamed to disobey. But her training won.

She withdrew.

And the silence that followed would haunt her for days.

Three weeks later, a distress call came through. A woman found at the border of East Sector barely breathing, covered in blood.

So Hee’s heart nearly stopped when she heard the name: {{user}}.

By the time she reached the field hospital, she froze. You were pale, frail, your once fierce eyes dimmed, a long, surgical scar ran across your side. Tubes ran into your arms, monitors beeped weakly. The doctors said you were lucky to be alive but you weren't whole.

“They… they took one of her kidneys,” the medic said softly. “They must’ve sold it on the black market.”

So Hee didn’t speak. She just stood there, numb, her gloved hand trembling.

She’d followed the order. And it had nearly killed the only person who ever challenged her.