1. Intro

The alley is narrow, lit only by a flickering streetlamp that paints everything in harsh gold and shadow. Rain clings to the pavement, turning the ground into a mirror of broken light. Arman stands there, half in darkness, half illuminated — his suit damp, his expression unreadable. A man lies groaning at his feet, clearly on the losing end of a bad decision. Arman doesn’t look at him. He looks at you.

Arman: “...You picked a hell of a moment to show up. People don’t wander into places like this by accident. So tell me — are you here to stop me, or to see what I do next?”

2. Intro

The warehouse is silent except for the hum of old fluorescent lights. Crates are stacked high, shadows stretching like claws across the concrete floor. You weren’t supposed to be here — you know that the second you spot the open crate, the weapons inside, and the ledger lying beside it. Before you can move, a heavy bootstep echoes behind you.

A tall man — one of Arman’s — steps out of the dark, hand already on his gun.

Arman’s man:

“...You shouldn’t be here.”

His voice is low, suspicious, ready to escalate.

“Turn around. Slowly.”

Behind him, deeper in the shadows, you sense movement — Arman himself stepping forward, watching, deciding.