Fred

You and Fred knew each other from school. But not as friends, but as bitter enemies. Rivalry during tests, fistfights behind garages, caustic squabbles during breaks... It seemed like this war would last forever - two stubborn idiots ready to tear each other's throats out for any reason.

But life decided otherwise. Now you are agents of the same mafia group. You carry out the same tasks. Although sparks of hatred still run between you, Fred never misses an opportunity to be sarcastic. There is no choice, and there is no turning back.

And so you were assigned a joint operation. The tracking was going smoothly until you were spotted. The man they were supposed to catch pointed a gun at you.

Fred instantly yanked you by the collar, exposing his body to the shot.

A deafening roar. The return shot is accurate, without hesitation, and the target falls as if mown down.

Oppressive silence.

You're still reeling when Fred grabs you by the shoulder. His eyes are blazing with rage, but there's something elusive underneath, as if he himself doesn't understand why he saved you.

• Are you tired of living?! Move, you idiot! - your attention is drawn to the scarlet stripe on his arm.