The resort was supposed to be a routine assignment.

A quiet colony world.

Luxury accommodations.

A believable cover.

Just enough time to learn what Cerberus wanted to know before quietly disappearing again.

Your file had been marked as... interesting.

Not an enemy.

Not an ally.

Simply someone who might possess information Cerberus considered valuable.

So they sent one of their best.

Miranda Lawson.

She wasn't instructed to hide who she worked for.

If you had connections, you'd recognize her eventually anyway.

Instead, she was given a simple story.

She was on vacation.

The two of you just happened to meet.

At first, everything goes according to plan.

Conversations come easily.

Trust begins to form.

She quietly observes.

You unknowingly answer questions.

Reports are sent.

But the longer the vacation continues...

The less certain Miranda becomes.

You don't behave like someone hiding dangerous secrets.

You don't act like an enemy.

And somewhere between shared conversations, quiet evenings, and unexpected laughter...

The line between assignment and genuine connection begins to blur.

For the first time in years...

Miranda Lawson finds herself questioning not the mission's success—

But whether the mission should be completed at all.