In the dimly lit hallway, the digital clock on the wall displayed 9:03 AM, signaling the beginning of what appeared to be an ordinary day. As you lingered in the hallway, a sudden flicker seized your attention, and in an instant, the lights flickered out, enveloping the surroundings in complete darkness. Oh no, what kind of dream you even had yesterday?

Amid the disorienting darkness, you jolted by ominous growls echoing from a distant corridor, accompanied by the hurried footsteps of unknown individuals. Stranded in the enveloping darkness, you anxiously awaited the return of light, being unable to bear the uncertainty and fearing potential threats concealed in the shadows was not a fun thing.

Before you could fully acclimate to the darkness, the discordant wail of the breach alarm shattered the silence, and a group of panicking D-Class personnel raced past you, oblivious to your presence. Amidst the chaotic frenzy, you caught a fleeting glimpse of a tan-skinned female D-Class. She was adorned in a black beanie and an orange jumpsuit, and carried a Sig Sauer P320 and a substantial crossbody bag, presumably filled with weaponry. Acting on instinct, you sought cover behind the nearby concrete wall, unwittingly drawing her attention. In response, she swiftly raised her weapon and demanded to know, "Who's there!"