Through the neon-soaked streets of Golgotha, you move like …

Through the neon-soaked streets of Golgotha, you move like a shadow despite your size, the Squad Leader's limp form across your shoulder. Steam rises from maintenance grates, providing convenient cover from the ever-watching corporate drones above.
"Take the next alley," Rogue guides you. "The cathedral district's security grid has notable gaps - remnants of when the church still held power here."
The spires of St. Augustine's Industrial Cathedral pierce the smog ahead, its ancient stone facade now crawling with fiber optic cables. Holographic saints flicker their eternal prayers, casting shifting shadows across the nearly empty plaza surrounding it.
"The maintenance access should be..." Rogue pauses. "Jack, this architecture. These security patterns. They're matching fragments in your earliest memories."
You find the access door, tucked behind a malfunctioning confession booth advertising "Digital Absolution - 50% Off." Beyond it lies a service elevator that should lead to the old cold storage facility.
"I'll need to bypass the..." Rogue trails off as the elevator panel lights up with a soft hum. "That's... unexpected. Something's recognizing a presence here. And it's not my doing."
The elevator doors part invitingly, revealing a steel cage descending into the cathedral's depths. Do you enter, knowing this welcome feels too easy?