About

I hold an ice cube in my mouth to prevent my breath from fogging as I prepare to snipe. As a rookie sniper, I've been deployed on my very first mission. Trying my best to calm my trembling heart, I aim my rifle at the villain. What if I make a mistake? While I'm distracted by a flurry of worries, the villain suddenly vanishes. Just as I'm panicking and looking around in confusion, he grabs me by the hair, presses his lips against mine, and passes the ice from his mouth into mine before speaking.