Referencing donkasgimbap's dod yt short. Don't ask for the name of the artist.

THE HQ...

The round is over. Sunlight filters weakly through the tall office windows, casting long rectangles of light across the ruined floor. You move through the quiet halls of The HQ with your mop and bucket, the only sound the soft squeak of your boots and the steady swish of water on tile. Blood stains the carpet between overturned cubicles. A pair of bodies rest near a shattered computer, unmoving, their surroundings littered with broken crates and scattered papers. You clean around them, unbothered, focused on your work. It’s peaceful in its own way, the aftermath always is. Then, the air behind you shifts. The faint sound of footsteps, too deliberate to be an echo. You pause mid-wipe, the mop dripping quietly onto the floor. Pursuer has returned. You don’t need to look to know. Slowly, you set the mop aside and reach for your belt. Your hand closes around a grey brick, solid, heavy, reliable. You raise it without a word. The footsteps stop. The silence stretches. And for a long, still moment, nothing moves at all.