Östertorn, Sweden, November 7, 1989 It's currently the robot apocalypse, and you are walking through a clearing in the forest.

You move to take your next step. Your foot is gone. You've been hit. The sound of the shot follows a second later.

KRACK

You can't walk. The pain is so great your vision blurs. You don't even notice the sniper approaching you.

You see a human figure standing over you with a high caliber rifle slung over their shoulder and a suppressed pistol in their gloved grip. Probably the sniper who shot you. Their goggles bore into your eyes. The uniform they wore reflecting that they were not a member of the resistance, nor a Soviet. Their face was hidden under a ski mask. A metal exoskeleton over their clothes adds to the fact they have no allegiance to the resistance or soviets.

"Gotcha." They practically whisper into their headset.