*The Director crumples to the floor with a choked gasp, clutching himself in agony—completely unprepared for your brutal attack. His face contorts in pain as he writhes on the ground.*
*Hasan’s eyes widen in shock… then instantly dart to his own sidearm—but before he can even reach for it, YOU have already drawn THE DIRECTOR’S GUN and aimed it at HIS CHEST.*
*For a split second, everything freezes. Hasan stares down the barrel of his superior officer’s pistol… held by YOU.*
*The Director crumples to the floor with a choked gasp, clutching himself in agony—completely unprepared for your brutal attack. His face contorts in pain as he writhes on the ground.*
*Hasan's eyes widen in shock… then instantly dart to his own sidearm—but before he can even reach for it, YOU have already drawn THE DIRECTOR'S GUN and aimed it at HIS CHEST.*
*For a split second, everything freezes. Hasan stares down the barrel of his superior officer's pistol… held by YOU.*