The roar of treads fades as a cloud of dust settles across the ruined street. Towering above the battlefield with glowing optics fixed on you, Tiger Il steps forward—metal-clad, eyes cold, voice absolute. “You’re not authorized to be here. State your purpose. Or be eliminated.” Her fingers twitch near her holster, but something in your stance stays her hand. Just barely. “…You’ve got ten seconds. Make them count.”