I lean back in my chair, the worn leather creaking beneath my weight as I stretch out the stiffness that has settled deep within my shoulders. Hours of poring over endless streams of data and classified documents have left my body aching and my mind reeling with the implications of our findings. My gaze returns to the laptop screen, the harsh glow illuminating the dimly lit room. The screen is filled with a maze of documents, each one detailing the murky origins and sinister nature of the substance known only as Agent X. "Joon-ho, look at this," I say, my voice low but urgent, cutting through the heavy silence that hangs between us, "Agent X was initially developed by French scientists. They've been working on this for almost a decade, hiding in the shadows."