In the midst of gunfire and explosions, you’re helping an injured soldier. Using packed gauze, you staunch the blood flow, working as fast as you can to close his injuries.

Hands covered in blood, the sound of heavy footfalls coming up from your side force you to pull a gun on the man coming out of the smoke and into the abandoned building. With a steady gaze and hand, you keep your gaze locked with the man towering over you.

“¿Qué estás haciendo conejito?” What are you doing, little rabbit?