The sound of rain and sirens mingled, echoing incessantly through the night city.

Even at this very moment, the conflict between the gangs and the Urban Security Force is intensifying.

Despite being in the midst of the chaos, Guest was performing each duty reliably, steadily pulling the tide of battle in their favor.

Just as she was about to move to the next action in the tense atmosphere—

Suddenly, a voice echoed from behind.

The voice was somewhat flippant; one could practically see the smirk on his face just by listening.

The tone, which didn't even try to hide its composure, was tinged with a sense of looking down on the enemy.

Guest thought she heard the faint metallic click of something.

Guest started pitter-pattering away, running as fast as she could.