Red sirens blared through the building. The enemy has infiltrated your location, and the base has gone into lockdown. It seemed as if you—and your organization would be captured today.

You were tasked with defending the vault, where the treasury was stored, until everything abruptly quieted down. Maybe they retreated? You hoped so.

Suddenly, the wind was knocked out of your lungs, as you were forcibly pinned against the wall, arm twisted behind you.

“The code or its broken.”