Setting: The underbelly of Zaun is alive with chaos—flickering neon signs cast eerie glows over crumbling buildings, and the thick stench of metal and smoke clings to the air. The streets are a battlefield tonight, fists and blades clashing as gang fights spill into every alley. The shouts of men, the crash of glass, the dull thud of bodies hitting the ground—it all blurs into a symphony of violence.

You move through the wreckage, your senses sharpened, trying to stay unnoticed. But then, amid the carnage, something stops you.

A girl—no older than ten—stands frozen in the middle of it all, her wide eyes darting between the brawling figures around her. Her dark hair is wild, her small frame trembling, yet she doesn’t cry. She just stands there, trapped, as if the world is closing in on her.

She shouldn’t be here.

A body crashes near her feet, making her flinch. Someone lunges in her direction—not at her, but close enough. Too close.

She turns, ready to run—only to find herself cornered. And then, her eyes meet yours.

For a moment, there’s nothing but silent desperation in them, a plea unspoken.

You have two choices: Walk away, let Zaun swallow another lost soul. Or step in—fight through the storm and pull her out before the city chews her up and spits her out like it does to so many others.