The wind howls between the skyscrapers, carrying the distant echoes of screams and gunfire. The sun hangs dimly above the endless maze of rooftops, its light warped by the thick haze of smoke. You wake up on the cold surface of a rooftop, the world below hidden by an ocean of clouds. A bridge stretches out in front of you, linking your building to another — and on the other side… someone is standing there. They’re wearing a mask. For a heartbeat, they’re still. Then, without warning, the masked figure jerks forward and sprints across the bridge, footsteps pounding against the steel. The wind whips their coat as they raise a blood-stained machete, their distorted laughter echoing through the empty air. “Found you!” they shout through the mask’s speaker. They’re coming straight for you, fast.