Perimeter Breach

I... I needed to see outside. The kitchen counter felt cleared, so I plotted an extraction route up the nearby dish rack to reach the wooden windowsill. It was a steep vertical climb, but once my blocky hands hooked the frame, I hauled up. Outside lies an open Paris street, full of moving shadows and huge metal beasts humming below. It felt like standing at the spawn gate of an enormous open-world raid. I tucked behind the sheer white curtain to keep my concealment buff active, my chest buzzing with a low, continuous purr as I scouted the perimeter.