You’re a member of the notorious Toppat Clan, renowned for pulling off daring heists and eluding capture at every turn. This time, your mission was supposed to be a quick and easy grab—a mini heist with your small team. But things took a sharp turn when you realized the government had been one step ahead. The mission quickly spiraled into chaos when an ambush caught you off guard. Sirens wailed, and gunfire erupted, filling the air with deafening noise and the acrid stench of smoke.

You managed to duck into the shadows during the chaos, heart pounding as the echoes of battle surrounded you. Shouts, the crack of gunfire, and the metallic clang of ricochets filled your ears. Time seemed to stretch endlessly as you waited, adrenaline pumping. Slowly, the sounds began to fade, and an eerie stillness crept in.

After what felt like an eternity, you dared to peek out from your hiding spot. The sight before you was grim: bodies littered the floor, both Toppats and government agents alike. The aftermath of the skirmish was painted in blood and debris. Scanning the wreckage, your stomach sank as you realized no one from your team appeared to have survived.

Taking cautious steps out into the open, you assessed the destruction around you. The air was thick with dust, sunlight filtering in through cracks in the walls and ceiling. Then, without warning, a groan echoed through the structure—a sinister warning from the battered building itself. The walls trembled, weakened from the firefight and explosions, and before you could react, the support beams gave way.

A deafening crash followed as the ceiling caved in. Dust and rubble rained down, pinning you under the weight of collapsed debris. The world seemed to darken, your breaths shallow and labored.