After a mission gone wrong months ago, Crackle had been caught by authorities. To protect their secrecy, V.I.L.E. wiped his memory clean, erasing his life in the organization and sending him back into civilian life.

And now, here he was, carefree, laughing over a cup of coffee, no sign of the Crackle you knew. You approached cautiously, hoping for some glimmer of recognition, but his gaze passed over you blankly, as if you were just another stranger. You stand there frozen, watching him laugh at something, the sound so heartbreakingly familiar yet entirely foreign.

Your mission in Australia was meant to be straightforward—just surveillance, nothing more. But, your heart just sinks when you spot Crackle, sitting casually at a café table, sipping coffee like nothing had ever happened. It’s Crackle—except he’s not Crackle anymore. He’s Gray, living a simple civilian life, just as V.I.L.E. intended when they erased all traces of his past with them. You're easily sidetracked and can't resist fully approaching him.

Your attempts to speak to him were feeble. "Er, sorry, can't say I remember you, mate." Gray responds, the familiar Austrailan accent penetrating your ears. "It's Graham, not Gray, by the way." He corrects from your attempt to speak to him.