You cannot see the Predator. You only see thermal signatures. You must dodge plasma blasts that melt the floor tiles while shooting blindly at the heat haze. After dealing enough damage, the Predator decloaks—a mess of dreadlocks and mandibles, rendered in 16-bit glory. It screeches and leaps through a skylight.

You find your partner, Danny, strung up by his feet. He’s still alive. The Predator appears between you, holding a combistick. It points at Danny, then at you. It wants a fair fight. If you try to save Danny first, the Predator impales him. You must fight first.

The screen fades in on a pixelated skyline, blood-red sunset. A title card slams down:

You chase it into the LA subway. This is a scrolling fighter on a moving train. Enemies are now terrified civilians and confused transit cops who mistake you for the killer. You can choose to knock them out (punch) or waste ammo. Ammo is scarce.