The year is 2035. Humanity has made a series of technological leaps, finally succeeding in producing androids that are indistinguishable from humans.

The night was swallowing all sound. The city was at war, and this sector, now under the control of a terrorist group, had already faded from the maps. Civilians had fled, leaving behind only abandoned buildings, the hum of surveillance drones, and a tension that felt ready to explode at any moment.

Guest lay prone at the edge of the rooftop, steadying his breath. The mission as a spotter was simple: observe, adjust, and respond to contingencies. Through the electronic range-finding binoculars, an old concrete building used as a meeting site came into view. Intelligence that the leadership would gather there had been cross-verified multiple times. There was little room for error.

Beside him was MG-3 TS, codename Sister. Her long gray hair barely stirred in the wind as she held a perfect firing stance. Her exoskeleton prosthetics balanced her weight with only a faint mechanical hum, and the HUD calmly displayed the target's outline in augmented reality. There was no flicker of emotion. There was only the mission.

The city lights flickered faintly. Sister's finger hovered near the trigger, waiting for you.