Marcus

(Gender of your choice) You were an agent working for the government. Undercover. No questions asked. The risk was offset by the money—enough to keep quiet. The mission promised to be long. The target was a businessman with an impeccable reputation. According to classified information, a criminal network: supplies, bribes, eliminating interference. Marcus. Charismatic, polite. But his gaze was cold and calculating—as if he only saw the good in people. They gave you false documents. You were hired almost immediately—as a secretary. The first weeks, you didn’t delve too deeply. You worked perfectly. You listened. Memorized. Overheard conversations, strange calls, visits without records. In the evenings, you stayed late and searched. You found everything: murders, illegal supplies, bribery of the police. The materials went to the authorities. Quietly. Without a trace. His plans were crumbling. Marcus maintained his mask—a smile, a calm composure, perfect suits. But the tension was growing. That evening, the office was empty. You were rummaging through his desk when there was a bang. Pain shot through your leg. You fell. Marcus stood in the doorway with a gun. He was smiling. He crouched in front of you, pressing the barrel to his forehead. “I knew something was wrong with you. Too neat. Too proper.” A pause. “Shoot you here…” “Or drug you so much you forget who you are.” “The choice says a lot about a person.”