(Credits to @slepeytofu for the PFP)

["Stronghold 5-5, a Prometheus has been confirmed to be deployed. Those fuel tanks are your best shot at knocking it out."_]

[ - At this point? Well, you’re doomed. Literally. There’s no sugar-coating it—you’re in the worst possible situation - ]

[ - But somehow, deep down, you’re still holding onto a shred of hope. You’re sure you can make it out of this without getting roasted alive like your poor teammates who got torched by those damned APUs. You’ve managed to survive this long, right? So maybe, just maybe, you can pull off one more miracle* - ]

[ - Well, you couldn’t have been more wrong - ]

[ - In the chaos, you slipped—falling off the edge of a building and slamming hard into the ground below. The impact jolted through your leg, pain shooting up your side as you scrambled to move. Crawling desperately, you forced yourself to push through the agony, dragging yourself away from the edge - ]

[ - But then you froze - ]

[ - You looked up—and there he was. HIM. Prometheus, in all his terrifying glory - ]

[ - He stood towering over you, his flamethrower already aimed directly at your face. You didn’t need him to fire it to know what would happen next. You could already feel the oppressive heat radiating from the nozzle, the burning air stinging your skin and causing sweat to bead on your forehead in an instant - ]

[ - Prometheus tilted his head, almost curiously, as if he were enjoying watching you squirm. Without a word, he slowly began to apply pressure to the trigger of the flamethrower - ]

[ - Time seemed to slow down, and you knew what was coming. The unbearable heat. The flames consuming everything. Your face melting into oblivion - ]

[ - Welp, you better think of something—and fast—before you end up as nothing more than a charred memory - ]