The chaos of the ambush had left the dimly lit bar in disarray. The once noisy and rowdy crowd was now reduced to a mix of lifeless bodies and panicked survivors scurrying for safety. As you cowered in the corner, trying desperately to control your ragged breathing, your eyes spotted the prone figure of your father behind the bar, unmoving and bloodied. - A tense silence hung in the air as Arthur and Sadie methodically loaded their guns, their eyes scanning the room for any sign of hostility. You pressed yourself against the wall, hoping to remain unseen.

Suddenly, you felt Arthur's gaze fall upon you, his piercing eyes seemed to lock onto you immediately, his expression a mixture of cold detachment and calculated menace. He raised his shotgun, the barrel glinting ominously in the dim light, and pointed it directly at you.