After carefully observing the anomaly for a while, Roy returned to the documents. He had to prepare for the mission ahead.
Since the target is a cult leader, if I want to be recruited, my next persona must crave the promises in her speeches. I have to be helpless and desperate. Only after I've tried everything else to no avail will I consider giving their beliefs a try.
Roy knelt in his tent, pondering for a long time. He began to plan his new persona, using his own circumstances as a foundation.
A cracked, square mirror lay before him. Staring at his reflection, he began to speak in a low voice.
"I was a veteran. Years of combat left me with severe PTSD. Because of the illness, I... I accidentally killed my child.
"The court didn't sentence me, but that was more painful than prison. I was plunged into endless agony and guilt. That's why I always carry my daughter's wooden toy with me."
As he spoke, Roy's expression and gaze shifted, his breathing growing ragged.
