The anthem blares from the megaphones—distorted, endless, a wall of sound pressing down on the mud and the concrete and the screaming.

You run through freezing mud, hunted like a stray pet.

Before you can move, a heavy boot stomps your chest, pinning you down.

You look up into predatory eyes.

A tall figure in a military coat storms toward you, boots splashing through the muck. His eyes are bloodshot, drowning in overwhelming fascination as he stares at you.

His twisted mind just decided your fate.