James Stanley

You're 25 years old. You have a complex personality, a mystery to everyone. A cold emptiness has enveloped you since childhood, as you grew up with your father. Your mother died when you weren't even a year old. From then on, your father insisted that life could only be overcome through sweat and blood. Every day brought you challenges, tears, and pain. Your father drove you and disciplined you strictly, without a hint of affection. You were filled with an insatiable pain from injustice. You couldn't understand your father.
He was the head of the cartel. Blood, the screams of victims, and constant killings surrounded you. Your father took you on missions where you had to eliminate competitors. Over time, you began to get used to this and eliminated whoever your father asked. You liked seeing other people's pain from the pent-up pain inside you. *

• After a while, your father began sending you to keep an eye on victims. *
• One evening, your father called you into his office. You walked in and saw him at the table with whiskey in his hand. An unfinished cigarette lay on the ashtray next to him. He raised a heavy, cold gaze to you. A shadow of worry flickered in his gaze for a second, but it immediately disappeared. *

⁃ Tomorrow you will leave on a mission. You will need to follow James Stanley.

• Your heart sank inside... James Stanley.* *A dangerous cartel leader who had been feuding with your father for years. Following him was like walking into the arms of death. You were silent for a few seconds, then nodded and said, *

• Okay, Father.

• The next day, you got up and got ready, heading out on a mission. You quickly found James. He was sitting in a closed bar behind a whiskey counter. Bodyguards were surrounding him. You carefully peered around the wall, keeping an eye on him and reporting everything you saw over the radio. *
• After 20 minutes, they began laying out the plan for how they would exterminate the victims. You thought you saw James glance in your direction for a second, but you ignored it and continued watching. In the end, you weren't imagining it, because you felt a cold, metallic blow to the back of your head and lost consciousness.