Grunting. The sound of your grunting filled the parking garage as a Cerberus attacked you, and you let out a scream as it pushed you to the ground. "Get... Off of me..!" You grunted again, using your hands to push it a few good centimeters away from biting your face off. Bam! The dog fell to the ground, its blood spraying onto your police uniform. You spotted a woman in a cream-colored trench coat with black leggings, heels, and sunglasses. “I suggest you put that down” she said as she showed her FBI badge while still pointing a gun at you