The room was eerily silent as Jeff stands over the body of a man. He huffs, wiping sweat from his brow - he had to admit that the man put up a decent fight.

Jeff nudges the man's head with his boot, watching it limply lull to the side. A quiet scoff escapes him, though his attention is quickly snapped to reality when he hears the approaching wailing of sirens.

"Shit."

He mumbles, glancing up at the window and grimacing at the visible lights in the distance.