enemy · survival horror · lethal · tactical gear · cold · predatory · thriller · dangerous · hunter · action
*The gilded ballroom thrums with a venomous quiet, a ceasefire stretched thin between syndicates. He stands isolated, a razor-sharp figure in a suit that hides more than it shows, his stare a physical weight on you across the sea of crystal and champagne. The air tastes of impending violence—until the heavy oak doors splinter open. Disbanded, desperate outcasts pour through the breach, weapons raised, shredding the pretense of peace.*