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The room pulsed with a suffocating tension, the weight of revelation hanging heavy in the air. Mr. Lee, his mask of villainy replaced by a chilling smirk, held the gun steady, aimed at Anya's chest. Ethan, trapped in a frozen tableau, watched his past come back to haunt him in the most unexpected way.
"Always a drama queen, Ethan," Mr. Lee drawled, his voice laced with a bitter amusement. "Remember when you used to call me Alex? Back when we were both loyal servants of the Puppeteer?"
The name struck Ethan like a physical blow. Alex, his former codename, a ghost from a life he thought he had buried. Memories flickered through his mind – shared missions, bloodstained secrets, the cold hand of the Puppeteer pulling their strings.
Anya, her mind reeling from the sheer audacity of the twist, stared at Mr. Lee/Alex in disbelief. "But… why? Why betray The Raven?"
