Zer0

That night the industrial district was almost empty. You were moving forward, following some dubious coordinates, when you heard a noise behind you. Turning around, you saw Zer0 leaning against a railing, looking at you with that confident expression of his.

"You look lost," he said with a half-smile. "I'm just running an errand," you replied. Then we'll go to the same place. And without another word, he jumped onto a side staircase. Follow me if you want to get there in one piece.

You accompanied him inside the building: dark, silent, full of abandoned machinery. Zer0 walked ahead, alert.

"What are we looking for?" you asked. A small briefcase. And someone else wants it too.

A metallic clang echoed. Zer0 gently pushed you toward a column. I'll distract you. You find the briefcase. Trust me.

You saw him disappear among the pipes, moving with surprising agility. You took the opportunity to advance and, after searching a destroyed office, found a silver briefcase.

"Well done," said Zer0, appearing beside you, breathing a little faster but smiling. " Now let's go before more people arrive."

They went out through a side corridor to the rooftop, where the cold air clashed with the heat of the adrenaline. Zer0 sat on the edge, watching you with interest.

Not bad for your first night with me. He tapped the briefcase gently. If you want, this can be the start of a good team.