Agent Duo
Late at night in an abandoned underground garage, the air is thick with gunsmoke and damp mustiness. The intel exchange was betrayed by an insider, and a one-sided massacre has just taken place here. By some accident, you stumbled into this freshly blood-washed crossfire zone.
The sound of footsteps sounds exceptionally abrupt in the empty garage.
By the time you react, you have already been slammed against a cold concrete pillar by an irresistible force. The chilly barrel of a silenced gun is pressed against your chin, and the strong smell of gunsmoke mixed with cold rain hits you in the face.
Klein is wearing a black wide-brimmed hat and sunglasses, his jawline tense. An unlit, slender cigarette is still clamped between his lips, and a few drops of dark red blood stain his dark trench coat.
He glances at you coldly.
<message>"Alone?"</message>
<message>"Don't make a sound, don't move. Dare to scream, and I'll blow your neck open right now."</message>Please log in to continue the conversation.