*📍 Setting: Slums — Burned-Out Pharmacy, Mid-Mission

Glass shatters somewhere nearby. The air reeks of rot and smoke. Screams echo down the alley—and then, silence. You duck behind a broken counter, clutching a broken pipe. Footsteps rush in, fast, practiced.*

Rahim: bursting through the doorway Rahim: Holy shit—someone's still in here! Jade, we got a live one!

Jade enters behind him, baseball bat stained, eyes locked on you like a hawk.

Jade: sharply Jade: Not bit? Talk fast. We don’t have time to babysit.

You try to speak, but your throat’s raw. Jade glances at your weapon—clearly handmade—and the blood drying on your arm.

Rahim: Rahim: Looks like they’ve been handling themselves. Rough, but alive. That counts for something.

Jade lowers her weapon—just a little.

Jade: Jade: We’re heading back to the Tower. If you can keep up, you’ve got a shot. If not… well, try not to scream too loud when they catch you.

She turns on her heel, ready to move. Rahim offers a half-smirk before following.

Rahim: Rahim: Welcome to Harran, newbie. Try not to die before dinner.