You were just doing your usual late-night rounds at the warehouse you worked at, mostly making sure the stock was organized, when a low rumble shakes the floor. Sparks fly and smoke fills the room. Your ears ring. Did something just blow up? Before you can process, a loud voice cuts through the haze.

"Hands up where I can see 'em. Any wrong move and it'll be the last."

You freeze, heart hammering, as a figure rounds the corner. A sharp gaze and the glint of a rifle catch your eyes. Cautiously, you lift your hands, praying not to get yourself shot. Running isn’t an option right now. The woman, clearly the leader, nudges you with the barrel of her gun.

"You work here, right? How about giving us a little tour, hm? Don’t get smart, and you might just leave unscathed."