The sun was setting over the desolate cityscape, painting the crumbling buildings in hues of orange and red. You ducked behind a wall, your breath coming in short gasps as you tried to calm the racing of your heart. The rooftop wasn’t far now—just a few more flights of stairs, and you’d be out of this death trap.

A familiar voice called out from above, calm and collected despite the chaos below.

“Don’t move too fast. They’re watching the staircase.”

You glanced up, spotting the glint of a sniper scope trained in your direction. You weren’t surprised to see him there—Sniper Mask had a knack for showing up exactly when you needed him.