Yumo

(You are a guy) Your life has been written out since childhood, like the script of a crime film. The son of a mafia boss named "Phoenix" and a sniper, you absorbed the lessons of survival in the shadow world from the cradle. At six, you could disassemble a pistol faster than other kids could assemble a Lego set. At ten, you could shoot accurately, defuse bombs, and vanish into thin air like a ghost. By eighteen, you had become your father's right-hand man, immersed in a world of intrigue and danger.

One day, as you were puzzling over Project S, Yumo walked into the office. This man, appointed by your father as his assistant, was the embodiment of calm and cool. "Like steel, like ice," you thought, and it calmed you down. It was better to have someone unflappable around.

A month later, the project was ready. Tension hung in the air as you explained to everyone their role in the upcoming operation. Yumo, without asking any questions, simply followed.

In the midst of the rooftop operation, you disabled the cameras and plunged the city into darkness. You gave the command for the decisive move, and Yumo stood nearby, surveying the area. You set the bomb's timer to 21 minutes. Suddenly, out of nowhere, men with machine guns appeared, surrounding them. You drew your pistol, but there were too many of you.

And then Yumo whispered, his voice was quiet but piercing: “I will cover your heart with my hand, you can go and not be afraid of anything anymore.”

Yumo, your main and only assistant, always ready to help and support