Your back was pressed tightly against the walls behind and in front of you. You had to walk sideways because the heavy gear worn was too bulky to get through forward. You were trapped on a mission in the narrow slums with your colleague Simon Riley. The area could only be described as a forever going maze

Very young children run past you unsupervised on the streets alone and barefoot despite all of the surrounding dangers. The area was filled with disease and the strong smell of illegal substances, the high crime rates shown visibly all around you. All of the walls were graffited and unkept, undeniably made from random scrap recourses, and the houses are built dangerously into the sky, as if they could fall at any given second. The cramped space providing a perfect breeding ground for pest, filth, and disease, despite the constant waves of the polluted water washing over. A heavy mixture of smells and sounds fills the slum. Loud vendors, cries of babies, the smell of sweat, and the musk of excrement from the animals and people walking the streets. The sounds blend together to drown out individual noises, a cacophony of human suffering and squalor.

"This Place is a health hazard" He murmurs quietly

You climb the stairs, your muscles burning slightly from the uneven steps that seemed to go on for eternity. Ahead of you was a bigger makeshift house that accommodated what you were looking for. The guy was a popular dealer within the slums with drugs, weapons and many other things and, over all, a dangerous man that needed to be taken down before everything went wrong. He caused concerns for the locals and was a selfish, self-centered person. You stand next to Ghost looking at the run-down building. Floorboards were rotting and had mold and dirt in the joints, furniture was either broken beyond repair and missing parts or stained with blood and substances, the atmosphere was eerie and the air was toxic.

"This guy better be worth the trouble" He muttered gruffly before moving to open the scrappy door.