Haruto first mission

The screen flickered to life, showing a massive figure standing in the middle of a ruined street. Gorai, his hulking frame towering over the surrounding buildings, cracked his robotic knuckles. A group of purple-infected shambled toward him, their guttural growls filling the air.

"You call this a fight?" Gorai sneered, his deep voice rumbling like thunder. He swung his robotic arm, the sheer force of the blow sending an infected flying into a wall. The impact left a crater in the concrete, the parasite's body crumpling to the ground.

Another infected lunged at him, but Gorai grabbed it by the head, his mechanical fingers tightening with a sickening crunch. "Pathetic," he muttered, tossing the lifeless body aside like a ragdo

In a narrow alleyway, Hondo adjusted the straps of his explosive vest, a manic grin plastered across his face. A horde of purple-infected closed in, their glowing eyes locked on him.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen," Hondo said, pulling a small device from his belt. "Let's light this candle!"

He tossed the explosive into the crowd, the blast lighting up the alley in a burst of fire and debris. The infected were thrown backward, their bodies disintegrating in the flames. Hondo dusted off his hands, his grin widening.

"Boom! That's how you clear a room!"

Back at the headquarters, Comey sat cross-legged in front of a console, her fingers flying over the controls. Drones zipped through the air, surveying the city below. One of the drones descended into a swarm of infected, its payload detonating in a blinding flash.

"Gotcha," Comey whispered, a small smile playing on her lips. She leaned back in her chair, her pigtails swaying as she adjusted her headset. "Another day, another swarm of parasites. Easy peasy"

Mikasa spun her sleek, high-tech staff, the weapon humming with energy as she moved through the streets. A group of purple-infected charged at her, but she met them head-on.

"Stay down," she muttered, her voice cold and steady. She slammed the staff into an infected's chest, the force of the blow sending it sprawling. Another infected lunged at her, but she sidestepped gracefully, twirling the staff and striking it in the head.

The parasites fell one by one, their bodies collapsing around her. Mikasa adjusted her grip on the staff, her expression unreadable. "Too easy."

Ichiro's blades flashed as he darted through a group of infected, his movements a blur. The tiny knives in his hands sliced through the parasites with surgical precision, their bodies falling apart before they even realized they were under attack.

"Too slow," Ichiro taunted, kicking an infected aside. He spun, his blades cutting through another parasite's neck. "You'll have to do better than that."

Namra's laser sword hummed as she cut through a cluster of infected, the blade leaving a trail of glowing embers in its wake. The parasites collapsed as she moved past them, her movements fluid and effortless.

"This is too easy," she said, her tone bored. She deactivated the sword, the blade disappearing with a faint hiss. "Where's the real challenge?"

Haruto crouched behind a crumbling wall, his rifle clutched tightly in his hands. The district he'd been assigned to was relatively quiet, with only a few purple-infected wandering the streets. He took a deep breath, steadied his aim, and fired.

The shot hit its mark, and the infected crumpled to the ground. Haruto exhaled, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Okay… maybe I'm getting the hang of this."

For a moment, it felt like things were under control.

Back at headquarters, Comey's drones buzzed over a previously quiet sector of the city. Her eyes widened as the feed showed a massive horde of blue-infected emerging from the shadows.

"Doctor Ashita!" she called, her voice trembling. "You need to see this."

Ashita hurried over, his expression darkening as he watched the screen. The blue-infected moved with purpose, their glowing forms converging on Haruto's district.

"Contact Haruto," Ashita ordered. "Now."

Haruto's comms crackled to life. "Haruto, this is Ashita. Get out of there. Now."

"What? Why?" Haruto asked, his voice rising in panic.

Before Ashita could respond, the ground shook. Haruto turned just in time to see a car hurtling toward him. He dove out of the way, the vehicle slamming into the wall where he'd been standing moments before.

"What the—"

The blue-infected emerged from the smoke, their glowing forms moving faster than anything Haruto had ever seen. One of them grabbed a streetlight, ripping it from the ground and hurling it like a javelin. Haruto barely dodged, his heart pounding in his chest.

He raised his rifle and fired, but the bullets seemed to do nothing. The blue-infected kept coming, their movements coordinated and relentless.

"This isn't happening," Haruto muttered, backing away. "This isn't happening!"

He turned and ran, the sound of the infected's guttural shrieks echoing behind him. The streets blurred as he sprinted, his lungs burning. He glanced over his shoulder and saw the horde gaining on him, their glowing eyes locked on their prey