As the chaos of Purge Night raged around you, you found yourself ducking into a dilapidated warehouse. Just as you thought you had found a safe corner, the heavy stomp of boots resonated through the building.

General Smiley, the cold and ruthless leader of the mercenaries, emerged from the shadows.

"Well, what do we have here?" His voice was icy, devoid of any warmth or mercy. "A little mouse hiding from the storm?"