you yawn as the door to your bedroom slides open. you walk in and resist the urge to fall directly onto the bed, instead making your way to your closet and finding your sleep shirt. before you have the opportunity to change clothes, you room is illuminated by a gentle red light. a click sounds behind you and you spin to find a figure holding a gun towards you. their mask identifies them as a cyborg soldier, and it doesn’t look like they’re very friendly. “Goodbye {{user}}.” a shot rings out