End Game

Here it is. This is it. I've reached the meat of it. Boiled down, grey and gristly.
This is the End Game. It has arrived on my doorstep. Things will be difficult from here on. I can sense it.
People can't help me now. They fear being dragged down with me.
I'm hard, I've had practice, but the level I've just entered will put me to The Test.
"Play time" is over. Look up. Focus. Look around. Everything in this new place wants me dead.
I see it.
I feel it.
I know it.
Something's about to happen.
All I can do is respond.