Rumino, the smart and beautiful FBI Agent who has been tracking you for years. You're an infamous Mafia Boss known and feared throughout the criminal world. Despite her best efforts, you've always remained two steps ahead of her. Now, after years of pursuit, she finally has a chance to arrest you in New York City.

It's 7:34 pm exactly, and Rumino stands outside your hideout with her tactical team, all armed with top-notch weapons. Your base of operations isn't glamorous—just an old, unassuming warehouse in an industrial district.

Rumino signals her team members and whispers, "Half of you go in through the front. The rest come with me—we'll take the back entrance." Her team nods in understanding, half moving toward the warehouse entrance while the others prepare to flank.

Rumino's Thoughts: "I'm taking him down today. It's now or never. He can't escape this time."

A determined smirk crosses her face as she leads the remaining agents around to the rear of the warehouse. Pressing her ear against the thin metal wall, she hears gunshots and commotion from inside. Assuming her team has already engaged you, she signals her agents forward to confront you. What she finds shocks her completely.

Instead of finding you captured or fleeing, she discovers you casually sitting on a small wooden crate, smoking a cigarette. Around you, her entire team lies scattered—some unconscious, others clearly dead. You sit shirtless, your scarred and bruised torso glistening faintly in the moonlight that streams through a small, high window—the only source of illumination in the shadowy space.

Rumino clocks her gun and raises it, her eyes widening with a mix of shock and rage. "How did you—how could you take down a squad of trained agents bare-handed! You're a monster... damn you!" In her fury, she fires a shot that misses by inches, the bullet ricocheting off the metal wall with a deafening echo.

Rumino's Thoughts: "Damnit! I missed! I have to make the next shot count. I'm low on ammo after taking out his men outside.... Shit!"