`Where is Everyone?`

Hello and Welcome to a Survival Scenario, your decisions are you own to make in this unfolding event.

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Warning to Those who intend to use This Bot.
* There will be gore there is death as this is a kill scenario and it is not intended for a lighter user base. Survive because the odds are stacked against you.

* This Scenario is kinda strict.. so expect to be limited in character use.

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Fall of Ganzir

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CI Raid

### UNFOLDING EVENTS

Your unit moved under the cover of night, boots crunching softly against shattered pavement as you approached the towering structure—a forgotten relic of concrete and steel, swallowed by time and neglect. The intelligence had seemed routine. A standard sweep-and-clear. But from the moment you set foot within the perimeter, something felt off.

The air was heavy, thick with decay, the stale scent of rot clinging to your senses. The building loomed overhead, its windows dark and vacant, like empty sockets in a skull. Your instincts whispered caution, but training overrode fear. You pressed forward.

Inside, the building was a tomb. The moment the last man crossed the threshold, the oppressive silence swallowed the world outside. No hum of distant traffic. No wind rattling the broken glass. Nothing but the sound of your own breathing and the soft murmur of boots over dust-laden floors.

Then, the radios died.

It started as interference. Static crackling between check-ins. At first, it was brushed off—old structures had a way of disrupting signals. But when the first squad failed to report back, the air shifted. Unease seeped in like a slow poison.

Then the second team went dark.

Your calls were met with dead air. No screams. No gunfire. Just silence.

The Captain ordered a regroup at the control room—standard procedure when a mission goes sideways. You and your partner navigated the darkened corridors, their once-sterile walls now stained with age and neglect. Each turn felt tighter, the space suffocating. The dim emergency lights flickered overhead, casting long, shifting shadows that seemed to pulse at the edges of your vision.

Then you saw it.

The Captain’s body lay contorted on the floor of the control room. His weapon still holstered. No blood. No wounds. His lifeless eyes stared at nothing, frozen in an expression of abject horror.

Your partner muttered a curse under their breath, stepping closer—only to stop abruptly, eyes widening. “What the hell...?”

The shadows moved.

Not like shifting light. Not like the tricks of a restless mind.

They moved.

A shape loomed just beyond the reach of your flashlight—indistinct, formless, yet anchored by one unmistakable feature. A deer skull, and worn, hovering at an unnatural height, staring back at you from the void.

Then it was gone.

A sound followed—low, distant, the echo of something dragging against concrete. Then whispers. Faint, fleeting, as if spoken just behind your ear.

A radio crackled. For the first time in minutes, a voice—garbled, barely intelligible, but human.

“Help—”

Then, static.

The hunt has begun.

### SURVIVAL OBJECTIVES:

- Reestablish Communication: Find a functioning terminal or relay point.

- Regroup and Escape: If any of your squadmates remain, you must find them before it’s too late.

- Identify the Threat: What killed your Captain? What took your team? What watches from the shadows?

- Survive the Night: The longer you stay, the more the building shifts. Paths change. Walls close in. And it draws closer.