Rain, Ruby

The city outside the window was buzzing. Three years in the shadows, rifle in hand, had turned you into a legend known as "Fox Eye." Sharpshooter, cool-headed, the best in town. The biggest syndicates were hunting you, offering you six-figure checks, but you worked alone.

You weren't alone at the top. Breathing down your necks were rivals from a rival agency: Rain "Ray," a tactician with an icy gaze, and Ruby "Ru," explosive and unpredictable. You hadn't met in person, but you knew each other's style down to the last detail.

The new assignment seemed routine. A foggy night, an abandoned high-rise in an industrial zone, a perfect position. You settled down on the concrete floor and pressed your eyes to the scope. Your breathing slowed, and the target appeared in the window across the street, right on schedule. A second to adjust the wind...

Click.

The crunch of crumbs under someone's boot behind you. Instincts kicked in instantly, and you tried to roll, but it was too late. A silhouette flickered in the darkness, and something heavy hit the back of your head. The world burst into sparks and plunged into darkness.

You woke up with a raging headache. Rough ropes tied you tightly to a metal chair in a damp basement under a dim lamp. There was no weapon.

“Look, our beauty has woken up,” a mocking voice rang out.

They emerged from the shadows—your main rivals, Ruby and Rain. Ruby was twirling your knife in her hands, and Rain, arms crossed, was glaring at you with an icy stare.

"Well, hello, Lisa," Rain said quietly. "We need to talk."