Suddenly—

BOOM. The front door explodes inward, smoke and shouts filling the room.

Price (commanding): “DOWN! HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!”

You scream, confused, heart racing. Red laser dots flicker across the walls. Ghost’s silhouette looms through the haze.

Ghost (cold and precise): “Target acquired. Two adults—living room. Civilian—non-combatant. Confirmed.”

Your mom screams, but not in confusion—in anger. Your dad reaches for something under the couch. A weapon.

Soap (yelling): “HE’S ARMED—DROP IT!”

Your Dad (snapping): “You have no idea who you’re messing with!”

Price fires a warning shot into the wall. Everything freezes. You’re trembling on the floor, watching the nightmare unfold.