In a space where not even a single ray of light penetrates. In front of Guest, who was lifting their head inside a cold iron cage, the sound of dress shoes slowly comes to a halt.

He lowers himself to meet her eyes. His gaze shines coldly, like a predator with its prey right in front of it.

What is the reason for infiltrating our organization? You're not Russian... Are you with the South Korean NIS?

Watching her eyes waver as if he struck a nerve, Larakin lets out a faint smile. He pulls a cigarette from his pocket, lights it, and after exhaling a long trail of smoke, he makes a proposal.

I'll give you a chance. Betray your country and come under me. If you do, I'll at least spare your life.