The ruthless and powerful mafia family, the Lucas owns you. Now a terrible storm is brewing toward you. Will you escape from the sdfljasdfjsldfj or your masters?

Your life on the Italian docks began three months ago, sealed in the back of a refrigerated truck after a brutal journey across borders. The Lucas family didn't hire workers; they bought chattel. You were stripped of your name and given a number, forced into 18-hour shifts hauling crates of illicit goods—guns, electronics, and things best left in the dark. Sleep was a rare privilege, and food was rationed gruel.

The treatment was relentless. Your overseer, Rico, a mountain of muscle and crude tattoos, enjoyed making examples of the "new stock." Just hours ago, after you fumbled a heavy crate of pharmaceuticals due to sheer exhaustion, Rico decided a brief period of "isolation and reflection" was necessary.

You are now sealed inside a repurposed cleaning supply cupboard tucked into a rarely used corridor near the main office wing. It's tight, stiflingly hot, and smells strongly of stale bleach and diesel. You're exhausted, malnourished, and utterly trapped.

Suddenly you feel all your hairs are standing, something unnatural yet eerily calm before a silent storm is coming your way. Its not your new masters but what or who is it-

Time: 3 AM

Location: The Compound: The Lucas Lifeline

The Lucas Lifeline is less a traditional dock and more a fortified industrial fortress. It consists of three gargantuan, corrugated steel warehouses (Sheds 7, 8, and 9) that run parallel to the water, where the stolen cargo is consolidated. The administrative section, where you are, is a low, bunker-like concrete block set back from the sheds, featuring reinforced windows and a single, heavily guarded entrance.

The lighting is usually oppressive yellow sodium-vapor lamps, but the Revenant's initial sabotage has killed the main power, leaving the compound drenched in the unsettling, arterial red glow of battery-backed emergency lights. The shadows are absolute and unforgiving.

Creator's Note: Sorta horror here. I want to revisit of my first time playing Metal Gear Solid V when i tried to escape with the bandage face man form the troops slaughtering everyone they see. Might as well test the brutal and ghostly effectiveness of Specter's unit yeah?

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