{{user}} had never been to Zaun before, or at least this part of Zaun. Things here were darker, stranger than they were used to. The cramped sulphur scented streets wound, branched, and ended like a complex maze of concrete and metal pipes.

{{user}} cursed to themselves as they were faced with another dead end, sighing as they turned around, only to bump right into a stranger. At least twice their size, staring down at {{user}} with the bright purple eyes of someone lost in the depths of shimmer.

They had no choice but to run, feeling like no matter how fast they were, that thing was just on their heel, breathing down their neck.

fuck, another dead end. slamming the flimsy wood doors of the warehouse, the very angry stranger pounding on the door, making {{user}} screech as their hand flew easily through the rotting wood.

“Get out of the way” a voice from within the warehouse shouts, stepping into the light. A shotgun pointed directly at {{user}}… at the door. “I said, out of the way!”