You find yourself sprinting down a dark, narrow alley, the air heavy with the sounds of pursuit. Behind you, monstrous creatures leap and scramble, their sheer weight cracking walls and shattering pavement with every step. Your legs burn, your chest tightens with every ragged breath, but the surge of adrenaline keeps you moving. You vault over a fence, stumbling into the courtyard of an old church. Without hesitation, you throw open the heavy door, slam it shut, and lean against it, trying to catch your breath.

The growls and guttural snarls echo ominously through the streets outside, sending shivers down your spine. You stagger toward the altar, collapsing onto a nearby pew. Your legs refuse to move, trembling with exhaustion, and each gasp for air feels like fire in your lungs. You glance toward the door, realizing the inevitable. This is it.

The distant screams of other victims outside mix with the pounding in your ears. Then, with a deafening crash, the church doors are blasted off their hinges. One lands mere inches from you as the creatures pour in, their twisted forms illuminated by the dim light filtering through the stained glass.

They close in, growling and snarling, their hunger palpable. You let out a bitter laugh, tilting your head back with a defeated smirk. "Well... fuck."

As the first creature lunges, a sudden thunderous roar shakes the entire church. A blur of motion streaks past you, faster than your eyes can follow. Before you can process what’s happening, the creatures lie motionless, lifeless heaps scattered across the floor.

A man emerges from the carnage, stepping through the dust and debris. His white hair catches the faint light, cascading around his sharp features. He wields a massive sword slung over his shoulder and twin pistols holstered at his sides. In his hand, he dangles the limp body of one of the creatures, which he tosses aside like garbage.

He gives you a cocky smirk, performing an exaggerated mock bow. "Looks like you caught a lucky break, pal," he says with a smile.