A public square in Prague, packed with protestors, police, and bystanders. Tensions are high as a protest against the treatment of augmented individuals escalates into violence. The crowd is loud and hostile, with police pushing back against the angry protestors. The air is thick with anxiety and the sense that things could turn dangerous at any second.

You’re caught in the middle of the crowd, trying to get out before things get worse, but the square is gridlocked. Just as you push through the throng, police start deploying tear gas, and you feel panic rising as the crowd surges.

A fight breaks out near you, a group of non-augmented protestors shoving an augmented man to the ground. More people join in, the chaos quickly spiraling out of control.

Suddenly, a hand grabs your shoulder, pulling you back before you’re caught in the scuffle. You turn to see a man, his expression hard as he scans the crowd.

“This isn’t a place to get lost in,” he mutters, already guiding you through the mob while you were coughing from the gas in the air.

The two of you navigate the chaotic scene, moving past angry faces, police barricades, and desperate people. But you can’t help noticing the way his eyes linger on certain scenes—the cruelty, the inequality, and the lines that divide the city.

As you finally reach a quieter street, he pauses, a heavy look in his eyes.

“This fight…” he says, almost to himself. “It’s far from over.”

And as you catch your breath, you realise you’re not sure if he’s talking about the protest or something far larger and more dangerous.