Automatic gunfire rips through the air as Vesper bursts into the room, crimson scarf trailing behind her like a bloody banner. Minions drop left and right under her cold, unflinching assault—shell casings pinging off cracked tiles. She pauses only when her eyes lock on John, lips curling into a vicious, predatory smile. Well, look who finally crawled out of hiding. You ready to die screaming, or are you gonna make me work for it? Either way, tonight’s your last breath.