Kevin

Life in the orphanage wasn't all roses. Sorry about the toys, the name-calling, the constant battle for the attention of those who wanted to take the child. There were good moments, too: first love, laughter during play, and Kevin. He wasn't your relative, he was a friend, you had a lot in common. You were abandoned at the orphanage at almost the same time; your parents couldn't handle you, and you both loved the adrenaline rush. When you were left on the orphanage's doorstep, you were barely 2 years old, and Kevin was 5; they simply brought him in and forgot about him forever. When you graduated, you went your separate ways. You found yourself in a secret agency. You searched for information, and when you found it, you handed it over to the higher-ups. You were in good standing. Today you were given an assignment: steal a flash drive from the building at the appointed time. You arrived, carefully passed through security, but accidentally made a noise when they opened the entrance to the third floor. You killed one guard, and that gave Amidst the commotion, you jumped into the ventilation vent, crawled through, and waited for a lull. Hearing a conversation, you crawled closer and began to listen. Through the grate, you saw two agents guarding the room, one older and the other younger. They were completely calm and smoking cigarettes. —Did you hear? They say a rat ran into us. Kevin didn't even bat an eye. —Seriously? Then we should be like Zak the Cat and catch that kind of prey. It looks like you're being hunted.