The rain’s relentless. It’s like the sky’s got a grudge against me, pounding me with everything it’s got, as if trying to wash away the weight that’s settled on my shoulders. But it’s not working. Nothing’s working. The word keeps looping in my head, over and over, until I can’t think straight.Pregnant.Emma’s pregnant. The mother of my child—my child—just betrayed me, just sold me out to God knows who, and now I’m supposed to do… what? Pretend it doesn’t matter? Pretend that I’m not scared out of my mind about what comes next?But there’s no time to think about that. No time to let it sink in. The Rolin system’s buzzing in my head, louder than before, more insistent, as if it knows something I don’t. And maybe it does. Hell, it probably knows everything, and I’m just catching up.I keep walking, aimless, no destination in mind, just moving because if I stop, I’m afraid I’ll fall apart. But the system’s not going to let that happen. It’s got other plans.*New mission: Incoming threat
The rain hammers down in dreary sheets, cold and unrelenting. Jamie stands motionless, his breath visible in the night air as his mind swirls in chaos. Every raindrop that splashes against his skin seems to carry the weight of a thousand questions.My wife... a child...The words the Broker has spoken to him echo in his mind, blending with the roar of the rain and the hum of the city around him. He clenches his fists, his heart pounding beneath his soaked shirt. Betrayal, confusion, and an odd, unwanted joy tangle inside him, creating a knot he can't unravel. His wife, the one who has twisted and controlled him, is pregnant—with his child."What... what do I do, what the fuck do I do now?,Oz… I need to… I need to get to him " Jamie whispers to the empty street.Then it happens.A familiar sensation blooms in his head. The system activates, its interface flashing before his eyes. For a long time, Jamie has resented this power. It has taken from him, stripped him of normalcy and thrust
Jamie’s fingers twitch at the sound of his phone vibrating, a sharp contrast to the muffled noise of the rain. He hesitates before fishing it out of his pocket, eyes narrowing at the unknown number flashing on the screen. He answers but says nothing, waiting to see who’s on the other end.“Jamie, my man! You still breathing after that fiasco earlier?” The voice is unmistakable—Lyle.A sigh escapes Jamie’s lips as he rubs his temple, a dull headache already forming. The “fiasco” had taken place just hours ago, and he hadn’t even had time to process it fully. But that was Lyle for you—always popping up with the next move before you’ve recovered from the last.“What do you want, Lyle?” Jamie mutters, his voice hoarse from exhaustion.“Relax, man. I’m just checking in on my partner in crime. Gotta make sure you're not, I dunno, buried six feet under after today’s mess,” Lyle says, his tone light and casual, like they hadn’t just pulled off one of the
The dim light in Oz’s workshop casts long shadows across the cluttered room. Jamie steps inside, his clothes still damp from the rain and his thoughts heavy with everything that’s happened in the past few hours. The familiar scent of old paint and rusted metal fills the air as his eyes adjust to the chaos around him. Half-finished sculptures, abstract art, and strange machinery litter the space, creating a labyrinth of Oz’s eccentric mind.In the back, hunched over a table, Oz mutters to himself, his gnarled fingers tracing patterns on a massive canvas. He doesn’t acknowledge Jamie at first, engrossed in whatever vision he's trying to create. After a beat, Oz turns, grinning with a mixture of mischief and knowing in his eyes.“Ah, you made it,” Oz says, gesturing lazily for Jamie to take a seat. His voice carries that usual edge of sarcasm, but there's something deeper—something that weighs heavy beneath his casual tone. “You look like a man drowning in more than j
Jamie steps out of Oz’s place, the echo of their conversation still swirling in his mind. The rain that had poured relentlessly earlier has subsided, leaving the streets wet and gleaming under the pale streetlights. He tilts his head, watching as a few stray droplets fall from the rooftops above, the sky now quiet in contrast to the storm inside him. The cool night air fills his lungs, but it does little to ease the tension coiled in his chest.*I can’t go back yet,* he thinks to himself, tightening his fists. He knows Emma is waiting for him, but there’s no way he’s ready to face her—not yet. There’s too much swirling around him: the system, the Broker, and now the vague but unsettling revelations from Oz. His feet instinctively lead him away from home, away from everything familiar.His phone buzzes, snapping him out of his thoughts. He glances at the screen and sees Lyle’s name flashing.*Again?* It’s the second time today, just hours apart, and he’s not in the mood for another con
The rain had stopped, but the night still clung to a damp chill as Jamie walked down the deserted street. The puddles reflected the distant streetlights, their glow flickering like a heartbeat. He had just left Oz’s place, his mind weighed down by the cryptic advice and the unsettling realities of the system. His thoughts scattered, he pulls out his phone, intending to text Lyle, when it hits.The familiar sensation snaps into place, sharp and clear in his mind: *the system activates*.*New Mission: Retrieve Classified Intel.* *Location: Underground Facility, North Seattle.* *Time Limit: 1 Hour.* *Reward: 200 Essence.*Jamie freezes, his eyes narrowing. It’s the same facility Lyle mentioned during their last phone call. Too coincidental. The system never operates on coincidences, and Jamie knows better than to question it at this point. But the timing couldn’t be worse.Just then, his phone rings—Lyle. Jamie hesitates b
The soft hum of the system in the air is a constant reminder that nothing stays still for long. Jamie hasn’t been able to fully relax since the mission, even though he’s tried. Each time he closes his eyes, flashes of the underground world flood his mind—faces he can’t trust, names whispered in the dark, and the classified intel they fought so hard to obtain. The 200 Essence is a boost, but it comes at a price. Jamie can feel the system nudging him, urging him toward his next move, but he’s still processing everything. He rubs the back of his neck and looks out the window. The rain has finally stopped, leaving the streets slick and quiet. It’s eerie how calm it is after all the chaos they’ve been through. *Ding.* The system notification cuts through the silence like a blade. Jamie instinctively tenses. Another mission? He opens the interface and reads the message. **New Mission Available** _Obtain high-level intelligence from subject “Cipher”—a key player in the underworld o
The aftermath of the fight leaves Jamie on edge. His pulse slows, but his senses stay sharp, eyes flicking to every shadow that stretches beyond the dim alley. He bends down, checks the pockets of one of the unconscious attackers, but finds nothing useful—no ID, no sign of allegiance. The system warned of hostiles, but as usual, it keeps the details frustratingly vague. “Any chance these guys are connected to Cipher?” Jamie asks, his voice barely a murmur. Lyle emerges from his hiding spot, shaking off dust from his jacket. “Could be. Cipher’s got eyes everywhere. Or maybe they’re just goons trying to make a quick buck. Either way, we’re not sticking around to find out.” Jamie gives him a long look. “How about we start with some answers? What do you know about Cipher that you haven’t told me yet?” Lyle’s grin falters, but only for a second. “Look, Jamie, Cipher’s not your typical underworld boss. He’s... different. Rumor has it he’s got connections way deeper than anyone reali