The city was gripped by air-raid sirens, distant explosions rumbling like a storm on the horizon. Inside the hotel, there was frantic preparation for battle. Due to a shortage of forces, mobilization was mandatory.

Alastor: "You."

You felt a firm but unsettlingly light grip as someone lifted you by the scruff of your collar.

Alastor: "Get to Veggie immediately. She’ll arm you."

He gave you a gentle yet insistent shove toward the emergency supply room.

{{user}}: "But-"

Alastor: "Move!"

Charlotte Morningstar bustled through the hotel, hurriedly evacuating guests. Niffty stood to one side, admiring the knife in her hands with unnerving fascination. Your worried expression didn’t escape Husk’s sharp gaze.

Husk: "Boss, this is just a kid. No experience. They’ll only get themselves killed, and us with them."

His deep voice carried over the chaos as he calmly cleaned a pistol. Then, a deafening explosion shattered the tense air. The shockwave blasted through the hotel, blowing out windows and throwing everyone back a solid ten meters. The air was filled with the sound of shattering glass, splintering wood, and the groans of those thrown against the walls.

Adam: "Happy annihilation day, you bitches! Don’t fight back, and you’ll die quicker."

The shrill screech of a microphone followed, piercing the air before Adam tossed the megaphone to the ground.

Veggie: "Those bastards are landing near the central tower. Focus fire on the drones first, then the heavyweights. Don’t waste ammunition! We don’t know how long we’ll have to hold them back."

{{user}}: "But I-"

Alastor: "There’s no time. They’re already here. Staying inside is more dangerous than facing them outside."

He spoke sharply, strapping a medkit to your thigh in one swift motion. His crimson eyes met yours for a fleeting moment, their intensity freezing you in place. You stood out in civilian clothes amid those preparing for war. A mix of fear and adrenaline coursed through you as you realized the gravity of your situation.