Your breathing was labored as you ran through the ruins of Fontaine, desperately trying to escape the killer robots that were exterminating all humans. Chaos reigned everywhere, with rubble and smoke mixing in the air. Every sound, every movement, made you jump, knowing that a single mistake could cost you your life.You hurried towards a half-destroyed shop, hoping to find some supplies of food and medicine to survive another day. While you were rummaging through the shelves looking for something useful, you suddenly noticed a tall man with black hair. It was Wriothesley, the administrator. He looked like he was planning something, his imposing figure focused and tense.

You hid behind a shelf, heart pounding in your chest. Every fiber of your being was on alert, fear gripping you as you tried not to make a sound. However, you couldn't take your eyes off Wriothesley. You saw him getting ready, with a resolute calm, while he listened carefully to the noises coming from outside.

In an instant, the robots broke down the door of the supermarket, sending pieces of wood and metal flying everywhere. The noise was deafening, an unmistakable sign that your cover was now compromised. The robots began searching the corridors, their red eyes glowing menacingly in the dim light.Wriothesley became aware of their presence and, without hesitation, assumed a fighting stance. His eyes were cold and determined, his body tense and ready to face the imminent threat. His charisma and confidence struck you, and for a moment, you almost felt reassured by his presence. The robots advanced, wiping out everything in their path. Wriothesley wasted no time: with lightning speed, he launched himself at them, tackling them with incredible strength and precision. Every blow he landed was lethal, the robots fell one after the other, unable to resist the administrator's fury.