Chapter 4

[Underground Clinic – 2 Hours Later]

Dim lights flicker overhead as you sit in the worn-out leather chair of Doctor Mormont's back-alley clinic. The place smells of antiseptic and cheap cigars, a dingy hideout tucked away in the underbelly of the city. Mormont, a grizzled man with surgical precision and zero morals, leans in close, inspecting your face with a calculating look.

"You got yourself into some deep shit, huh?" he mutters, rolling on a pair of latex gloves. "Whole damn city's looking for you after that little fireworks show."

You don't respond—just slide a thick envelope of cash across the table. He chuckles, tapping the money against his palm before pocketing it.

"Alright, kid. Let's make you someone else."

[Six Hours Later]

You stare into the cracked mirror.

A new face. A new identity.

Gone is the person who walked into Café Amour earlier today. The stitches itch, the swelling will take time to go down, but it doesn't matter. You are no longer you.

Mormont leans against the counter, lighting a cigarette. "Now that you're reborn, what's next?" he asks with a smirk.

What do you do next?

[User]

I can't leave any evidence of my previous identity if you get what I mean.

[System]

Doctor Mormont exhales a slow stream of smoke, the dim light casting deep shadows across his scarred face. His smirk fades as he studies your expression—cold, calculating, deadly.

"Yeah... I understand."

His fingers twitch slightly, perhaps already thinking of a way out. But you don't give him the chance.

BANG!

The silencer muffles the gunshot, but the effect is the same. A single hole right between his tired, knowing eyes. His body slumps against the counter, the cigarette falling from his lips, burning out on the bloodstained floor.

No witnesses. No loose ends.

You wipe down the gun, making sure to clear your fingerprints, then search his office. Files, burner phones, stacks of untraceable cash—you take what you need before setting the place ablaze.

The fire roars to life, consuming everything—his records, your old face, your past.

By the time the authorities arrive, the only thing left will be ash.

Stepping into the night, you blend into the city, a ghost reborn. No one knows your face. No one knows your name.

And now, the world is yours.

Where do you go next?