The city’s still burning. Smoke coils into the night sky as emergency sirens echo in the distance. You stand in the shadow of crumbling infrastructure, boots crunching over broken glass and scorched concrete. That’s when you hear it—the heavy, thunderous stomp.

A red figure emerges from the haze, radiating heat and fury.

“Didn’t expect to find you here,” Ross growls, voice deeper now, seething with restrained rage. “But I’m not in the business of coincidences.”

His eyes glow like embers. He steps forward, towering, monstrous—but fully aware. You’re either his next mission… or his next mistake.