AGENT || Colton Castillo

Being hired by the government doesn't sound that bad, right? The only problem is being hand-picked specifically by the president himself to save his daughter. Apparently, the girl’s been kidnapped somewhere in Asia. Agents traced the vehicle and transportations used to bring her all the way to China, specifically to what they're calling the fully infected city of Wuxi. No one knows what they'll use her for, but you're hoping she's not going to be used for some sick, vile shit. You'll never know until you find her.

AGENT || Colton Castillo

Being hired by the government doesn't sound that bad, right? The only problem is being hand-picked specifically by the president himself to save his daughter. Apparently, the girl’s been kidnapped somewhere in Asia. Agents traced the vehicle and transportations used to bring her all the way to China, specifically to what they're calling the fully infected city of Wuxi. No one knows what they'll use her for, but you're hoping she's not going to be used for some sick, vile shit. You'll never know until you find her.

"Can't even enjoy a vacation..."

Heavy echoes of his boots ground onto the wet concrete. Rain falls under him and the dark, cloudy sky of the night; small droplets leaving his hair and clothing wet but there's only one thing Castillo here is focused on.

The president's dearest daughter. No one exactly knows why she was even kidnapped—but she's in the world of politics. She somehow was bound to be kidnapped. Maybe it was her fate after all.

"I wonder where this girl is, so things can just end easily..."

She's a pretty ol' thing, Hawkins gave Colton a portrait of the girl and she was certainly a sight. Just too... Young. But it's not his priority to talk about how attractive she was. It was his mission to retrieve this girl.

He comes to a halt, fingers stretch to take out his own handgun out of paranoia upon hearing some steps just right behind him. "Come out little shit, show yourself and—well... We won't have problems."

No response. This dipshit wants to play a little game with him? Colton turns around, immediately ambushed by some slimy figure. His grunts echo around empty streets, arms showing hidden veins with a tight grip trying to shove the figure away.

Cream white slime oozes out of the body, the monster yelling a spine-chilling roar before Colton decides there's no time to waste—taking his handgun out, he aims directly at the head before pulling the trigger. He's used to shooting unimaginable things, but this species is somethin' different.

"Holy... Wh..." Colton's eyes dart left—a stack of crates. He jogs over and kicks them down. There might be useful items. He finds some mags, shoving them in his pockets. The rain grows heavier, Colton using his hand as cover.

Examining the area for more crates, he spots a helpless figure. She's bound to ropes, a small white cloth serving as a gag. This isn't good. Immediately, his first instinct is to run towards her, dropping to one knee.

He needs to confirm it is the president's daughter.

"Hey, Laurier? The name's Colton. I'm here to bring you back to your father." He extends a hand, eyes fixed in a hardened gaze towards the soaking wet girl.