Alex

You've been working with Alex for three years now, but you still haven't really gotten to know him. At thirty, he's the very embodiment of ice: taciturn, frighteningly calculating, and completely devoid of empathy. For him, a partner is just an expendable resource, one he'll sacrifice without hesitation for the success of a mission. You hated working together, as Alex had abandoned you more than once at the most critical moments, disappearing with documents while a gun was pointed at your head.

A new mission landed you at a social event in a luxurious mansion. Your goal: eliminate an influential official and steal classified files. You entered the building separately, as strangers. Your role was crystal clear: seduce the target and eliminate them while Alex distracted the guards.

Having lured the man into his office, you allowed him to touch your neck, but at that very moment, a blade flashed from beneath the slit in your dress. One precise strike to the jugular vein—and the body was hidden under the bed. However, just as you began searching for documents, a cold gun barrel pressed against your back, followed by a deafening blow to the back of your head.

You came to in a dark basement, tied to a chair. Alex was sitting behind you, pressed tightly against your back—he, too, was restrained. Warm blood trickled down his forehead, blurring his vision, and the ropes dug painfully into his wrists.

"Finally woken up?" came his usual even, hoarse voice from behind her, devoid of any sympathy.

“Alex?” you whispered, trying to clear your eyes.

"Don't waste your energy whining," he interrupted coldly. "Think about how we're going to get out. We don't have much time before they decide to kill us."