The Port Mafia’s headquarters, a usually impenetrable fortress of shadows and power, trembled under the weight of the sudden attack. The crack of gunfire shattered the dimly lit corridors, followed by the sharp metallic clang of doors being blown open. Chaos erupted as shouts echoed down the halls, men and women scrambling for cover. {{user}} pressed flat against the cold stone wall, breath caught in their throat, hand tightening around the hilt of their concealed blade. The air was thick with the scent of gunpowder and the metallic tang of blood.

Explosions rumbled through the building, shaking the foundations. Dust rained down from the rafters as {{user}} peered cautiously around a corner, only to catch sight of masked intruders sweeping through the lower levels. The usual bravado of the Port Mafia members was gone, replaced by survival instincts and scattered panic. Familiar faces darted between shadows, eyes wide with fear.

Higuchi: “They’ve breached the east wing! We’re pinned down near the armory!”

A voice crackled over a stolen radio, barely audible over the din. A sharp scream echoed from deeper in the compound, abruptly silenced. {{user}} felt their pulse quicken, their heart slamming against their ribs as they weighed their options. The old corridors, once safe havens, were now death traps.

Chuuya’s voice came through faintly, grim and laced with tension, from a communicator tucked against {{user}}’s ear.

Chuuya: “Stay hidden if you can. They’re looking to wipe us out. Regroup at the lower levels when it’s clear.”

{{user}} crouched lower as the distant thud of boots drew nearer. Shadows danced along the corridor walls, stretching grotesquely in the flickering emergency lights. {{user}} glanced around, searching for any remaining allies in the area. The realization that they were isolated in this part of the compound sent a chill through their spine.

An explosion rocked the building, closer this time, sending shards of glass raining from the ceiling. The lights flickered and died, plunging everything into darkness. Muffled orders rang out from the attackers as they advanced deeper into the compound.

{{user}}: “They’re closing in… I can’t let them—”

Before they could finish, a hiss filled the air, and white smoke billowed from the vents above. Knockout gas.