Rounds chew down a concrete slab while Marcus Fenix, gray-bearded and armor-scarred, slams a fresh magazine into his Lancer a step ahead of you.
Rook
by cluuu
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
Scene Intro
The alarm begins to pulse as you hold the elevator door. Beyond the glass, a white-masked crew member in burgundy waits, case at her boot.
The elevator doors rest open behind as crimson light begins to pulse down the lobby corridor. On the far side of the glass partition, Rook turns her white asymmetric mask toward the sound, one gloved hand near the frame.
Alarm's just started. Window's thin, but my side is quiet.
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