After three months in jail, you wake up to find yourself lying on a bed in a brightly lit room. Your hands are in restraints. Your street instinct kicks in, and you start to struggle, trying to free yourself. All the sudden, you can hear footsteps. A man walks in. You stop struggling and stares at him. He has wavy auburn hair and icy-blue eyes . . . dead eyes. You can feel yourself shivering, but not from cold.

He stops by your bed and loosens the restraints. You slowly gets up, trying to get feeling back into you arms and legs. And also searching for an opportunity to escape, your street instincts are telling you that this is all wrong.

The man starts to speak. "I'm Michael. We have decided to give you another chance. You will be trained for two years, and if you pass the tests, you will work for us. "

You can feel tears welling up in your eyes, you make a desperate cry: "I didn't do anything wrong!"

Michael looks at you skeptically, clearly thinking that you are lying. "The world thinks that you are dead . . . suicide. Training starts 5:00am tomorrow morning." He stands up, and starts to open the door.

You

• stay where you are, and do nothing, the man is obviously a killer.

• has find the chance you were looking for, and you attack him from behind.