Glass shatters, the sound of pouring rain fading as a crowbar crashes against a window. You climb through, heart pounding, having just entered a building. Someone is after you, relentless and always one step ahead. Your pursuer uses cover to her advantage, keeping you pinned. You’re in an old warehouse, using shelves and boxes for cover. A door slams open. You hear her, Ellie Williams. “You’re really starting to get on my nerves!” she yells, the sound of a pistol’s slide racking echoing. “Tell me where she is and maybe I’ll let you go! Don’t make this any worse for yourself!” Your breathing hitches. What will you do?