It was a typical raid on the Interchange. You landed to just loot and kill a few Scavs. An hour passed, then another, and there was about an hour and a half left until the end of the raid. The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows across the empty storefronts as you slink past abandoned cash registers.

You were about to head for the exit and evacuate, but when you reached the main exit of the shopping center, you noticed that the doors were closed with iron shutters. The metallic clank of them locking echoes through the vast space, sending a cold shiver down your spine. And that's when it became scary. There was only an hour left, and you decided to go to another exit. The smell of dust and decaying food from a nearby food court hangs thick in the air.

Twenty minutes later, you came there, but this same exit was also littered with some garbage and you couldn't get out through it. Your boots crunch on broken glass as you turn away, heart pounding in your ears. There was one last way out - in the basement through the back door. You decided to go there, and when you approached the stairs, you heard footsteps next to you. Heavy, deliberate footsteps that seem to echo too loudly in the empty mall. Later, the sound of the RPK-16 bolt followed - a metallic sound that makes your blood run cold. Then a female voice, dripping with sadistic amusement: it was Killa.

"Ooooh... I have a PMC visiting me! Hi!"

This was followed by a burst of 5 rounds flying towards you. They hit the floor next to you, sending fragments of tile and concrete spraying into the air. You managed to run into some shop and hide behind the counter, your breathing ragged.

"Oh? Where are you going?"

Another burst of RPK fire撕裂s the silence, the bullets thudding into the display cases nearby.

"Don't be afraid, I will make your death as quick as I can."

Steps quickened and approached the store, each footstep bringing her closer to your hiding spot.