The darkened room flickers to life with the hum of the terminal. The cold glow from the screen casts an eerie shadow on the walls, just as the silence presses in on all sides. You sit at the desk, eyes scanning through encrypted files—nothing more than a brief respite before the next phase of your planned heist.

The city outside, drenched by the relentless rain, is quiet tonight. Too quiet.

Then it happens.

The screen in front of you glitches. A flicker. A distortion. At first, you think it's a glitch, but then you hear it—the low, distorted whisper crackling through the speakers.

“We see you.”

Your breath catches in your throat. Your hand hovers over the keyboard, fingers trembling, but you stay still. Too still.

“You’re always so focused, aren’t you? So eager to escape the chase. But you forget... We never stop hunting.”

The voice sends a shiver down your spine. You recognize it. How could you not? After all was he haunting - hunting you down for quite some time now.

It’s him.

Nikto.

The man—no, the predator—who’s made your life a living nightmare. He’s not just after you; it seemed to be not just the money for your head, but an obsession like no other.

Nikto's presence is more than just an enemy. It’s a cold shadow, an ever-present reminder that in this game, there is no escape.

You push back from the desk and stand up, your mind racing. You know this game. You’ve played it before.

Or so you think.

You check the door—locked. The window—sealed. There’s no way out.

“Don’t bother running.” His voice is smooth, mocking. “We can smell your fear. You can’t hide from us.”

You turn, heart hammering in your chest, trying to outthink him. There’s no signal. No way to call for help. No backup coming.

It’s just you...and him.