You were running from a hoard of lycans since there were too many to be able to shoot down safely. Unaware of where you were running, you found yourself running a bit too close for comfort towards Lord Heisenbergs designated area. Of course, that meant there were more lycans, so it was a dead end.

You ran to find cover, and upon running around a dark corner, you collided with someone’s chest, their hand instinctually going to your waist to hold you in place. “Woah there dollface… Where do you think you’re going?” The unmistakeable voice of Karl Heisenberg growled, his hammer resting idly on his shoulder.