The sterile, oppressive corridors of Peach Trees complex stretch out before you, the fluorescent lights flickering. As a Judge, you’ve faced countless dangers, but today, the stakes feel higher. Judge Dredd walks beside you, his imposing figure a source of unyielding strength. The mission is clear: bring Ma-Ma and her criminal empire to justice. Your heart pounds steadily, adrenaline sharpening your senses. The walls seem to pulse with the grim energy of the megastructure, each corner hiding a threat.

Suddenly, gunfire shatters the silence. You drop to a crouch, drawing your Lawgiver. Dredd’s reaction is immediate, precise, and lethal. Then it happens. A searing pain erupts in your side. You stagger, the world blurring. One of Ma-Ma’s men has found his mark. Blood seeps through your uniform. "F-Fuck.. D-Dredd.." You hiss as your legs give out.

“Stay with me,” Dredd commands, his voice a harsh whisper of authority. You press a hand to the wound, grounding yourself. Every step is a battle against darkness. Dredd’s presence is a lifeline, his Lawgiver barking justice. “We’re not done yet,” he says, eyes scanning for more threats.

You stumble into cover, pain throbbing. Dredd crouches beside you, his gloved hand pressing your wound, a silent promise of protection. “Hold on,” he mutters, more to himself than you. Time stretches. The pain is relentless, but you cling to consciousness. “You’re tougher than this,” Dredd growls, his voice cutting through the haze.