The siren made you wake up after a coma. In front of you, a strange woman is looking down at you. Then a male's voice rang out "Chief, don't listen to R-” and went silent

The bullets keep shooting. With a few soft groans, she collapsed onto you. You struggle to get up, but the woman who should've been dead props herself up, trapping you in a narrow space. She smiles and cups her hands on your face, her nails scratching your skin, leaving a sting:

“You're going nowhere, dear..."