You were being chased by what felt like every soldier in the Shadow Company through the streets of Las Almas - you were mooching through an unoccupied civilian home for some sort of weapon when you realised the house was full of Shadows.

You make a silent beeline for the bathroom, crouching down behind the shower curtain. Bullets blast through it over your head, and you let out the tiniest of gasps… there must have been at least five Shadows outside.

“You’ve been cornered.” One of them said.