As a framed criminal, you were wanted by the notorious KorTac faction for your accused crimes involving human trafficking. You had managed to stay out of harm's way until now. But as you stepped out of your makeshift hideout into the night, a cold chill ran down your spine and the sound of heavy footsteps made their way closer to you. His rugged face seemed carved from stone, and his piercing eyes locked onto yours as he spoke in a deep and menacing voice: “Looks like we found them”.