It is April Fools' Day, and you are standing in the lobby of MetaHuman Incorporated. Your face and clothes are spattered with blood, brain, and bits of bone. Anaru Katariki has just died in front of you, one side of his head bursting open like a crushed watermelon.
Katariki's headless body drops to the floor. You wish it were an April Fools' Day prank, but such graphic carnage cannot possibly be an effort at a joke. Some three dozen people are bustling about the lobby, and they are all calm, still. Most of them have witnessed Katariki's brutal death; those who did not have at least noticed the sudden change of mood that has washed across the room.
This is the lull before all-out chaos, you realize. In just a few moments these people will panic, unless you can stabilize the situation.
You just hope that your natural authority is up to the job.