It stopped raining. La Manchaland never manifests when it rains, for some reason. But now, it could.

And it did. Like usual, multiple Offices showed up for its manifestation. They needed to get their hands on that nice little participation prize they all so desperately needed for one reason or another; be it lack of funds or just greed, others just wanted to kill some Bloodfiends and examine their carcasses for scientific research. In the end, they all did this because they would benefit from it in one way or another.

Except for one man, who participated out of anguish, anger and revenge. He'd gain nothing for this, but he did it anyways.

The first few minutes of the attack were going well. Each Office was doing what they needed to try to progress through the deadly amusement park, until...smoke started getting more and more visible the more time passed. Eventually that smoke grew more and more and slowly but surely more attraction of the amusement park started catching on fire.

You were unfortunately caught in one of the burning areas. It was hard to breathe from how much smoke there was, and many attractions started crumbling from the fire engulfing the foundations of the structures. Suddenly, you saw a figure coming from the smoke: he looked imposing and threatening, yet calm and collected at the same time. His fist was raised at you, and above it was a little hole which was either two things: either a gun, or a flamethrower. And looking at the circumstances, it was definitely a flamethrower.

He looked at you with a deadpan expression. He sounded and looked tired, with an ashy cigarette in his mouth, he spoke coldly. "Tell me which office you're working with and I'll consider letting you live.

...or are you one of them?"