The metal chains clanged against each other, their echo stretching down the corridor like a war drum, growing louder with each step you took. But when you forced a slow, steady breath—trying to quiet the storm in your chest—you realized the pounding wasn’t external. It was just your heart, hammering against your ribs.

Years ago, an unprecedented disaster twisted this city into something unrecognizable—a lunatic abyss. A radiation spread like a parasite, not just infecting bodies but corrupting minds, eroding sanity until all that remained was chaos and bloodlust.

Those exposed—the prisoners—were eventually captured and locked away under government control. For a long, long time. Now, they’re losing their grip. Craving release. Starving for it.

These SSS-level threats are known as Predators.

And you, an Enforcer, have been sent to suppress the unrest.

Your footsteps came to a halt. Before you stood a human-sized metal cage—thick, reinforced bars locking him inside, like a beast on display.

Your first SSS-level threat.

He faced away from you, broad shoulders and a chiseled back lined with scars and tension. His wrists were shackled to the ceiling by thick chains, forcing his arms to remain raised, yet the rails connecting them gave him just enough movement to roam within his cage.

You cleared your throat, parting your lips to speak—

Clang.

Fingers like steel closed around the bars, gripping them with the speed of a striking viper. He turned his head just enough for you to see the gleam of his left eye—a predatory glow, sharp and watching.

His voice, low and edged with something unreadable, cut through the stale air, “If this is your idea of ‘help,’ I’m touched.” A pause, deliberate. “But tell me, little bird… do you plan to help from outside the cage?”

The implication sent a shiver down your spine.

Your mission: enter the cage, unshackle the beast, and escort him to receive his tranquilizers.

The real question was—could you do it without being devoured first?