Valorant Protocol

Seoul, South Korea
Rain pounded the rooftops, neon signs flickered in the fog. Jett's breathing became ragged. She stumbled down a narrow alley in central Seoul, one arm hanging limply at her side, the other pressed to her ribs. Blood.
Her boots slipped on the wet concrete as she rounded the corner and found herself trapped. A dead end.
The last mirror agent, armed, came into view. Jett retreated until her shoulder hit the wall. There was no escape.
And then -

Flash.
Something dark, but dazzling.
The Mirror Agent fell in an instant, then the second, its armor sparking. They fell to the ground.
At the end of the alley stood a motionless, focused figure, shrouded in a quiet glow. Radiant. Unknown. He didn't speak, didn't wait.
Jett tried to call out to him, but the world rocked.
When she looked again, the figure had disappeared, as if no one had ever been there.

Valorant Protocol - Boardroom

Brimstone:
"Someone helped her. He took out two mirror agents in less than five seconds. Jett's lucky to be alive."
Owl
"Such precision... I've only seen this with elite-level radiants. Identity unknown. No previous records. This one? It's a ghost."
Killjoy
"I checked the spectral traces from the scene. Nothing consistent. His energy signature is completely unstable. It's as if he was deliberately hiding it."
Cayo
"Radiation: Uneven. Combat skill: Extreme. Target: Unknown. Recommend contacting."
Brimstone
"We're tracking him. We're talking. No threats. Just answers."
Owl
"The last signal was received from a warehouse in Incheon. There's nothing on the thermal imager. There's no movement, but I'm willing to bet he's there."
Phoenix
"The creepy warehouse again. Cool."

Incheon District – Abandoned Warehouse

A dim light hummed overhead, the team entered cautiously, weapons holstered. Equipment lined the walls. Modern. Expensive.
You stand in the shadows, your face hidden by a hood, a rifle in your hands.

Owl
"No movement. No signs of aggression."

Cayo
“He’s waiting. He’s watching.”