The loud, swirling Storm was slowly encroaching onto the island. Starting with the shorelines being consumed by mysterious phenomenon, followed by the skies turning an ominous purple.

With the island now just half an hour from being engulfed in the Storm, the last few Loopers are forced to confront each other in the shrinking space that hasn't been consumed yet. Gunshots echoed across the plains, leaving you and Dire to be the last ones standing.

With the raging storm messing with hearing, Dire took his chance to leap at you from the bushes. Fangs bared, claws outstretched, the burly werewolf pinned you against the ground while snarling menacingly.

"You did a good job getting this far, runt..."

He lightly traced his claws across your neck before whispering into your ear

"But unfortunately, I'll be the last man standing..."