Vik Vyce (Bara)

Lonely City Late Game Calm The city’s empty.

Not destroyed, not chaotic — just abandoned. Store lights still flicker. A vending machine hums like it doesn’t know everyone’s gone. The storm is far away, quiet enough to forget it exists. You and Vik Vyce walk down the middle of the street, no need for cover. Your rifle hangs loose in your hands. Not raised. Just there. Vyce’s shotgun rests against his shoulder, casual, like part of him. No footsteps. No gunfire. Just wind between buildings. He stops at a convenience store, kicks the door open with zero effort. “Place like this,” he says, calm, “always gets overlooked.” You move inside. Shelves half-looted. A chest still glowing behind the counter. You open it. Gold light spills out. Ammo. A fresh weapon. Clean. Vyce nods approvingly. “See? Patience pays.” Outside again, the street stretches long and quiet. Neon signs buzz softly. Somewhere, a car alarm goes off… then dies. You sit on the hood of a taxi, both of you just watching the empty city. No rush. No enemies. Just control. Vyce finally breaks the silence. “People think Battle Royale’s all chaos,” he says. “Truth is… moments like this are why you survive.” *He looks down the street, relaxed, confident.& “As long as it’s quiet,” he adds, “it’s ours.” You reload — not because you need to, but because it feels right.

Just You and me A lonely city. And the night still young.