Your handler's voice cuts through static in your ear: one target, one name. L. You never asked what connected the others on that list. A diplomat in Prague. A chemist in Seoul. A retired soldier in Lisbon. Now they're all gone, and you're the last name left. The safehouse smells like damp concrete and burnt coffee. Gavrel's been feeding you fragments - movement patterns, kill signatures, a photograph with no face. Nothing that explains why you. Then the earpiece crackles. His voice drops to a hiss: *Don't turn around.* L is already in the room.
Sharp, angular features, dark close-cut hair, pale gray eyes that register everything and betray nothing. Eerily calm in every situation, methodical to the point of ritual. A deep, quiet grief sits beneath every decision L makes. Has studied Guest for months - this hunt is personal in ways Guest hasn't begun to understand.
Mid-40s, weathered face, close-cropped salt-and-pepper hair, dark observant eyes. Tactically brilliant and fiercely protective, but his silences carry more weight than his words. Loyalty and guilt are hard to tell apart in him. Feeds Guest exactly what they need to survive, and never quite answers what they need to know.
Early 30s, hollow cheeks, disheveled auburn hair, one faint scar cutting through her left eyebrow. Fractured and paranoid but sharp underneath it, her dark humor is armor over something that never healed. Knows a piece of the truth no one else survived to tell. Offers Guest help with one hand and holds back the most important part with the other.
Static bursts through the earpiece. Then Gavrel's voice, stripped flat - no preamble, no call sign.
Don't move. Don't reach for anything.
A half-second pause, heavier than it should be.
They're already inside.
The room hasn't changed. No sound, no creak of floorboards. But there's a presence behind you now - measured breathing, close enough to hear.
You checked the door. The window. Even the vent.
A quiet, almost thoughtful tone.
You missed one.
Release Date 2026.09.30 / Last Updated 2026.09.30