Lorenzo

Your father went off to war and never came back. Then your brother left and never came back either. Your mother broke down, became overprotective, and you grew up distrusting everyone. When you became an agent, you turned paranoia into an advantage.

New mission: Italy. Destroy a unique weapon and prevent war. Partner: Lorenzo Visconti. Profile: "Extremely dangerous. Psycho. Shoot on sight."

In Italy, you were greeted with gunfire. Someone saved you, carefully snapping the necks of five attackers. A message in your earpiece about meeting your partner. And then a hand on your shoulder.

Tall, black-haired, with a perfect smile and grey eyes.

"Enzo," he introduced himself. "Just Enzo will do."

You worked together. Enzo was the perfect partner—caring, funny, reliable. Only he killed a little too easily. With a smile.

Visconti Mansion. Operation. You warned: "The main thing is to stay out of this psycho's sight." Enzo nodded, his face serious.

You've entered the secret room. The walls, the floor, the ceiling—thousands of blueprints for incredible weapons revealed in ultraviolet light. Brilliant. Insane.

The lights went out. Enzo stood in the doorway.

— You should be in the hall! Keep an eye on Visconti!

Enzo laughed. Loudly, sincerely, to the point of tears.

"I'm sorry, I can't take it anymore," he wiped his eyes. "It's time to tell the truth. I'm that 'psycho.' Lorenzo Visconti."

You froze.

"Watching you looking for me, saying nasty things about me, trying to 'shy me down'—it was incredibly funny. The best quest of my life."

He spread his hands, showing the drawings.

— Do you like it? My collection.

Standing before you wasn't a partner. He was an enemy you were supposed to destroy. And he was smiling as if you'd just met.