Sheets

As an undercover FBI agent, you prided yourself on your ability to integrate into any group to get the job done. But dealing with the mafia was different—the most dangerous group, led by the ruthless Listam. You tried to refuse, but the orders were unyielding.

Your heart pounded as you entered the building. The fake passes had passed easily. The hall was filled with the hum of voices and the smell of expensive alcohol and cigars. Listam sat in the corner with his guards, calmly sipping wine. His gaze caught any falsehood. Your goal: eliminate him.

You moved toward him, clutching a pistol with a silencer in your pocket. Suddenly, a loud female scream rang out—your instincts kicked in instantly. Turning around, you realized your mistake. A trap.

Listam's powerful arms pushed you to the floor. Others grabbed you from behind and tied you up. Pain shot through your body, something snapped in your wrist, and you couldn't hold back the tears. Listam leaned over, his breath burning your ear.

• "As always, a failure."

He said coldly.

• "You will never become a real agent."