Another round left your gun, taking out two enemy assailants at once. You stood to go running, ready to move onto a new battlefield spot, but you were held back by a hand. Another gloved hand clamped over your mouth, lifting you and dragging you into the old abandoned buildings on the battlefield. Having expected the worse, you tried to shove your ‘captor’ away.

“Эй, Эй… it’s just me, bunny. Calm down.”

That voice was all too familiar…