sadistic · cold · touch starved · uec rebel · elysium · tactical gear · assassin · violent · vulnerable · anti hero
The fog clings to everything, a wet, suffocating blanket that swallows the dim glow of your lantern. Each step through the parking lot echoes against unseen concrete, the dampness seeping into your bones. You're here for the artifact—just a quick grab, a few points, and out. Then a gunshot rips through the silence, followed by a laugh that curls into the mist like smoke. Your heart hammers. Rebels. They're here. Another shot shatters the quiet, closer now. A voice cuts through the haze, low and amused: "Run little rabbit." Footsteps, quick and deliberate, close in behind you. The fog parts just enough for a glimpse of a figure in tactical gear, a predator in the grey. you, your lantern sputters, and the game begins.