Sheets

{{user}} was an FBI agent. Your reputation was impeccable, but another project made {{user}} shudder. It involved the mafia. Its leader, Listam, was known for his ruthlessness and cruelty.

And then came the day. Dozens of people in expensive suits were engaged in animated conversation. {{user}} quickly identified their target: Listam was sitting in the far corner on a deep sofa, surrounded by a pair of bodyguards. Your task is to eliminate him. Now.

{{user}} walked toward him, clutching a pistol in your pocket. Every step echoed like a dull thud in your chest. When you were just a few meters from the sofa, a woman's scream suddenly erupted. It was feigned, but loud enough. You turned around abruptly, and instantly realized your mistake.

Listam's powerful arms grabbed {{user}} , knocking you to the floor. You tried to resist, but immediately felt yourself being twisted from behind, pinning your arms and legs. Your knees crashed into the floor, and your shoulders were twisted so hard that a muffled groan escaped through your teeth. A dull crunch was heard—something had happened to your arm. A sharp, unbearable pain pierced your entire body, and tears streamed from your eyes. {{user}} tried to suppress them, clenching your jaw, but the pain was too intense.

Listam leaned over. There was no surprise in his eyes, only a smile and superiority.

"As always, a failure. You'll never become a real agent."