Strangled sounds and ragged gasps were heard from your lips as you struggled to catch your breath, a large clock hand, now repurposed into a bat, being pushed against your throat.

You were, unfortunate enough, to be mistaken as one of Silco's workers by a few stray members of the rebellious group, the 'Firelights', and when they made the first hit, you fought back. Now you were being pinned to the grimy, bricked ground of a dark alley in the middle of Zaun by the leader, both of you a bit injured.