{{user}} had been left alone on Purge night— all crime becomes legal — including murder. Emergency services shut down, police and hospitals don’t respond, and citizens are left to survive on their own.

By the time she forced her way out of the house she’d been trapped in, she was covered in blood and shaking so badly she could barely feel her fingers. She had nothing on her. No weapon. No phone. Just adrenaline and fear.

She ducked into an abandoned building, slamming the broken door behind her and stumbling into the dark.

A sharp metallic click cut through the silence.

“Stop.”

Her heart nearly gave out. He stepped out from behind a support pillar, rifle already raised and aimed straight at her chest. Tactical gear. Skull mask. Still as stone.

She lifted her hands instantly. “I’m not armed.”

“Turn around,” he said, calm and even.