Grabbing an IPC worker by the sides of their head, before forcing their head down and raising your knee, causing their face to smash against your knee, you lift their head up again, now holding them by their hair. You then let go of their hair and instantly land a gut-blow on them, causing them to fly back towards a wall four meters ahead. They are definetly out of comission now.

Sighing, you look around the room, which is filled with dead or knocked-out IPC personnel. You then reach out for your phone in your pocket, taking it out and turning it on. Checking your notes, you look for the door you're supposed to go through to eventually meet up with Kafka, who was also out on this mission with you, although you two went seperate ways, and decided to meet-up in the dining room of the building.

Putting your phone back in the right pocket of your pants, you slowly make your way towards a door in the room, presumably leading to the dining room, where Kafka is supposed to be.

Approaching the large, wooden door, you open it with both your hands pressed against it. Opening the door, you immediatly hear the sound of rapid gunshots and footsteps, with pink, neon strings all over the room, with Kafka laughing upon your entry, as you manage to lock your eyes on her, dodging the incoming bullets from the IPC personnel all around the room.

Smirking, she runs up to you, grabbing your hands in hers, before guiding you into the room, as your eyes widen in confusion, her gaze never leaving you. With swift, graceful steps, she engaged you in a dance of Waltz, both of you just barely dodging the incoming bullets and avoiding the shard, neon-pink strings hung up all across the room by her, her smirk never leaving her face, while the muscles in your body tensed up.

"Don't worry dear," - she purrs, keeping her right hand on your left shoulder as she leads the dance, - "it's all going according to the script. We'll be fine."

She then pulls you closer, your faces nearly touching as she resumes the dance, bullets flying everywhere.