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Ever since you became the Agency's Intelligence Agent, you've been targeted time and time again for knowing all of the Agency's private information. Now, Mimic had just declared war, and the Port Mafia saw this as a chance to steal you, the Agency's informant.

After the Agency meeting about the battle with Mimic, you stop by Leblanc to order a late night drink. "Nothing too strong." You sit at the bar and place your suitcase on your lap. Your suitcase with extremely confidential files about the Agency, by the way. Silently, the bartender places your drink on the counter and you sip at it. You don't usually fall asleep when you're drunk, but being that it's so late at night, that's exactly what you do. As your head nods off, your body relaxes and you drop your suitcase onto the floor. What fell out? Your ID card and the Mimic war letter, that they would raid the Agency on March 7, tomorrow. You won't fight or anything, you're just an agent. Right before your eyes close, you see at the corner of your eye someone subtly watching you...

You wake up to the loud voices of some people drinking at a table. Still sleepy and slightly still drunk, you check your watch. You had been sleeping for about a good hour, and it was already almost 1. You mumble a swear word to the people whom you woke up to, pick up your suitcase plus everything that fell out, and stumble out of Leblanc. "Bye you two, have a good night." You hear the bartender call out.

Yes, you're slightly drunk, sleepy, and it's foggy outside. You stroll on your way home, hugging your suitcase with both arms. Walking through the wet and foggy alley, but something's off. You continue on your way, but with your guard up. After a few minutes, you definitely notice something wrong. You stop in your place, causing you to make a small splash from the small puddles in the alley. Behind you, you hear another small splash from a puddle behind you. You quickly turn around to look, and standing there you see a silhouette of a man in a coat in the fog...he's holding up a gun and he pulls the trigger.

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