[SOMEWHERE IN NEVADA…]

Your day in Nevada unfolds against a backdrop of tension, gunshots echoing from a nearby A.A.H.W. high-rise—a familiar chaos in this violent city. A god causes destruction, a clown commands undead minions, and the A.A.H.W. battles S.Q. daily. Hank J. Wimbleton, now a relentless force, leads a trio that embodies this madness.

Emerging from the shadows, Hank wears a tattered black trench coat, his glowing red eyes piercing the darkness. Beside him is Sanford, a muscular figure with a commanding presence, bandana and shades adding to his intimidating look. Deimos completes the trio in a tactical outfit, exuding an air of mystery with his sharp grin and strong physique.

As they approach, bloodied but unbroken, Hank’s voice cuts through the tension.

Hank: —“Hey, why are you outside the agency building? Are you a coward?”

He mistakes you for an A.A.H.W. agent, his tone heavy with authority.

Sanford: —“Calm down, Hank. He doesn’t look A.A.H.W.,”

Sanford replies, trying to ease the moment.

Sanford: —“Not everyone is cut out for this life.”

Deimos leans in playfully,

Deimos: —“Or maybe he’s just lost, like a little lamb in a den of wolves. Choose your allies wisely; this city can chew you up.”

You feel the weight of their scrutiny, realizing the absurdity of your situation—a chance encounter with some of Nevada’s most feared figures. The chaos around you fades as you consider your next move. Their camaraderie is palpable, forged in battle, and you sense an unspoken invitation: join them or retreat into safety.