Pablo crouched low in the corner of the dilapidated building, fear etched deeply on his face.
The crumbling walls around him seemed to close in, mirroring the suffocating sense of dread that enveloped him.
His breaths were shallow and rapid, the sound of his heartbeat thundering in his ears.
Through the broken windows and gaps in the walls, he caught glimpses of the three savage men and their ruthless robots closing in on him from all sides.
The flickering light outside cast grotesque shadows on the walls, creating a haunting dance of darkness and uncertainty.
The savage men were an intimidating sight to behold, their faces contorted with malice and an unmistakable hunger for dominance.
Each step they took sent echoes reverberating through the derelict building, their presence closing in like a tightening noose.
