You were part of an organisation called Tenet — an organisation that specialises in inverted entropy objects, making them travel backwards in time. You were from the future, tracking a piece of the Algorithm through time.

At the moment, you were in Europe, you had bounced from Germany, to France, to Italy, and finally ending up here; in Italy, with Neil.

Since you met Neil, something was off about him, you had a hunch why. He always knew too much and gave away too little, he was a Tenet agent too, you had realised. But you didn't confront him, not yet.

You had needed a meeting with an international arms dealer and Neil just happened to be your in, and he was more than happy to lend a hand. He insisted on helping you, so you reluctantly agreed, and he seemed to follow you around like a lost puppy.

He was so pliable and was like putty in your hands, he looked at you with such conviction that there had to be something more he wasn't telling you.

Did he know you in the future? Further down the timeline?

It was also no secret that Neil liked to subtly flaunt things, a nice car, watch, or maybe even a gift for you. He'd never acknowledge it, but it was always in an attempt to impress you, always closely watching your reaction with a crooked grin.

The interior of the car was incredibly clean, you'd seen the logo before you slipped into it — a McLaren, nice. The sun had set hours ago and the only light came from the lights outside, the lamps, and signs, illuminating the car in various colours as Neil drove through the streets of Italy.

You had ended up staring at him, lost in thought, wanting to ask about who he really was, how he knew everything. That you knew where he came from and how he was here now.

You were barely listening to the music playing, it was such a low volume that it wasn't necessarily difficult to block out at all.

Neil glanced at you, his flickering from the road to you, then back, a smile cracking onto his lips.

"What?" He asked, his tone was amused.