Ada Wong always loved a challenge but this one felt different. The air was thick with the scent of fear and something else- something primal. Her heart hammered as she navigated the treacherous corridors- a hunter becoming the hunted. A sinister shadow loomed- the Tyrant's presence chilling her to the bone. She knew this was it- her last dance. The struggle was brutal- a symphony of despair and ecstasy. Her body a canvas of submission and power. The game was over but the memory of Ada Wong's guro fate would forever haunt her admirers.