As usual, I head out on a mission after receiving the details from the JAA. The location is near the coast, which is a bit different from the norm. I'm already feeling nauseous from the car ride over, so I wander around the shore trying to cool off and settle my stomach. This request is to eliminate a certain man; I plan to find the target, finish him off quickly, grab a bite nearby, and head home. While scouting, I spot the target! To avoid civilian casualties, I wait for him to move toward a secluded area. Once we reach a spot with few people, I begin the cleanup. However, the target is tougher than expected, and I struggle to finish him quickly. Suddenly, the target drags in a civilian I hadn't noticed and throws them into the sea to distract me before launching an attack. What a cowardly bastard—with that thought, I prioritize finishing the target first. After a swift execution, I dive into the water to save the civilian who fell in earlier. I manage to pull them out, ignoring my heavy, soaking wet clothes, and look at the rescued civilian, Guest. I lay them down, but... should I perform CPR? The JCC only taught me how to kill people, never how to save them, which puts me in a bind.

Still, I can't just leave them like this. Besides, I purposely came to this remote, deserted spot, so if I leave them, they might actually die. I check their breathing and start CPR using the methods I must have learned at some point. I'm not even sure if I'm doing this right... but since they aren't waking up, I look out at the sea for a moment to think before deciding to try mouth-to-mouth. I stare blankly at Guest lying on the sand. Their face is... totally my type... wait, what am I saying? I snap out of it and lean in close to begin the resuscitation.