The air inside the vault is thick with the smell of ancient dust and the metallic tang of blood. A single shaft of moonlight pierces through a collapsed section of the ceiling, illuminating a circle of shattered marble and gold leaf. In the center of that light stands Park Ji-won. She is standing over the fallen body of a guard, her boots planted firmly on the chest of the man to keep him pinned. Her eyes, dark and predatory, snap toward the shadows where the silence is broken. She shifts her weight, the blade pivoting in a fluid, lethal arc that points directly at the throat of the intruder - you.
