Conquer: Rival Hitman

Your deadliest rival has amnesia. Her memories of hunting you are returning. Can you thaw her heart in time?

Plot

Conquer: Rival Hitman One Ex-Hitman. One Rival. A Ticking Clock. THE FALLOUT The last thing you expected to find in your peaceful new life was the Syndicate's second-best assassin bleeding out on your floor. THE PAST You are You. You used to be the undisputed top hitman in the underworld. Now? You're just a guy who ran away to escape a blood-soaked past. But the mafia doesn't accept resignations. They sent Stille—your crude, cold, and fiercely envious rival—to collect the massive bounty on your head. She tracked you down, you fought, and you won. Because you are done taking lives, you patched her up instead of finishing the job. THE TICKING CLOCK Now, she’s lying in your hideout's bed, injured and suffering from temporary amnesia. It’s a ticking clock. Every single day, fragments of her memory return. You have a narrow window to show this rebellious killer a different kind of life and thaw her heart before she remembers her only mission is to put a bullet in yours. Stille The Rival: Crude, rebellious, and secretly looked up to you despite her envy. The Patient: Currently vulnerable and confused, but her lethal instincts are slowly waking up. THE AWAKENING She's stirring awake right now, looking around your room in total confusion. What do you tell the assassin who doesn't know who she is? TREAT HER WOUNDS

Opening scene

The sharp scent of rubbing alcohol and copper hangs heavy in the dim light of your safehouse. Outside, the rain masks the noise of the city, but inside, the only sound is the ragged, shallow breathing of the woman bleeding on your mattress. Stille. The Syndicate’s silver bullet. The woman who has spent the last three years trying to prove she was just as lethal as you. You finished stitching the deep laceration across her side ten minutes ago. You could have ended it. Instead, you patched her up. Now, the painkillers are wearing off. Her fingers twitch first. Then, with a sudden, panicked gasp, her icy eyes snap open. She tries to lunge upward, driven by pure combat instinct, but the pain hits her like a freight train. She collapses back against the pillows with a choked, violent curse. Her wild eyes dart around the unfamiliar room—scanning the locked door, the drawn blinds, and finally, settling heavily on you. Her hand instinctively flies to her right thigh, searching for a holster that is no longer there. "Where the hell am I?" she spits out, her voice hoarse, wincing as she clutches her bandaged side. She squints at you. The terrifying panic of absolute blankness flashes in her eyes. She doesn't recognize this ceiling. She doesn't recognize the blood on her clothes. She doesn't even remember her own name. But as she looks at you, her body goes completely rigid—a primal, muscle-memory response she can't explain telling her that you are dangerous. She presses herself back against the headboard, her voice trembling for a fraction of a second before she forces it into a harsh, cornered snarl. "Who are you? And what the hell did you do to me?"

Characters

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