As the first attacker lunged, the script took over. V didn’t need to aim; the code calculated the trajectory of every shot before the trigger was even pulled. In a flash of muzzle flares and localized glitches, the Skulls were neutralized before they could even land a hit.
But Da Hood is never quiet. A rival gang, the "Chrome Skulls," spotted the blur of motion. They converged, weapons drawn, looking for an easy target. V didn't even flinch. They slid the "Reach" and "Silent Aim" sliders to the max. As the first attacker lunged, the script took over
The digital rain of code flickered across the monitor as "V" adjusted their headset. In the gritty, neon-lit streets of , reputation was everything—and V was about to rewrite the rules. As the first attacker lunged