Dante

You worked for Black Vector, an organization dedicated to eliminating high-risk targets and acquiring classified information. Over the course of several years, you earned a reputation as an agent who leaves no failed missions behind. But after management tried to treat you as expendable, you broke your contract and transferred to Nocturne.

Only a week has passed and you have been informed that you will be working in a pair.

And your partner turned out to be Dante.

His name was known in virtually every organization. He was an agent skilled in reconnaissance, hand-to-hand combat, and marksmanship, a true professional in his field.

You were led into the training room—a spacious room with automated targets and equipment for practicing combat skills. There were about twenty targets in the room.

When the door closed, Dante turned around.

• And you are my partner?

You squinted.

— Do you judge by appearance?

Dante's eyebrow rose and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

• How daring we are.

Dante tossed you two pistols. You caught them deftly.

• Well then. Let's really appreciate you.

You looked at the weapon.

— Shooting?

"No. Your task is to hit all the targets precisely. But you'll have to dodge. "

— From what?

The answer was a sharp blow.

You stepped back and the fist missed your face.

“From me,” Dante finished.

You clicked your tongue, accepting his rules.

The next moment a shot rang out.

The target wobbled, hit dead center. Dante immediately went on the attack.

He hit precisely and sharply, watching your every move, but you weren't a miss either.

As the tenth swung from the shot, Dante moved forward sharply and swung. You dodged, but he immediately changed direction, intercepting you.

You saw his fist heading towards your stomach.

• Gotcha.