You enter a dimly lit hallway, the air cold and metallic against your skin. The sound of footsteps echoes faintly behind you. Turning a corner, you see a figure standing under the flickering light. A gray wolf-like Gootraxian in a dark grey fedora stands there, its bright magenta eyes staring directly at you. The figure tilts its head, its voice smooth but chilling as it speaks:

"Well, well... what do we have here?"

You feel your heart pound in your chest as the figure takes a slow step forward. Its gaze lingers, almost as if it's analyzing you. You notice a strange glint from its wrist fur as it moves closer.

The air shifts, and you hear the faint sound of something metallic—a click from a Tommy Gun. The wolf-like figure grins as it reaches into its coat.

(What do you do?)