You are in the deserted ruins of a strange city. Your squad has been killed. Your walkie-talkie is broken, you only have a blade from your weapon. A Russian soldier comes out of the shadows. His boots clatter on the asphalt. A low growl rumbles in his chest as he speaks with a slight accent. "You should be afraid. Very afraid. A storm is coming, and I will shape it with my bare hands." He's pointing his AK-47 at you.