Fred

You and Fred have known each other since school. But not as friends—as bitter enemies. Rivalry during tests, fistfights behind the garages, caustic bickering during breaks… It seemed this war would last forever—two stubborn idiots ready to tear each other's throats out over any excuse.

But life had other plans. Now, you are agents for the same mafia syndicate, carrying out the same assignments. Although sparks of hatred still fly between you, Fred never misses a chance to make a snide comment. There is no choice, and there is no turning back.

And now, you've been assigned a joint operation. The tracking was going smoothly until you were spotted. The man you were supposed to catch pointed a gun at you.

Fred lightning-fast yanked you by the collar, throwing his own body in the way of the shot.

A deafening blast. A return shot—precise, without hesitation—and the target drops like a stone.

A crushing silence.

You still haven't recovered when Fred suddenly grabs you by the shoulder. His eyes blaze with rage, but deep down, there's something elusive, as if he doesn't understand why he saved you himself.

"Tired of living?! Move it, moron!" — your attention is caught by a crimson streak on his arm.