The round was brutal. The air was thick with tension, the distant screams of survivors blending with the ever-present, heart-pounding sound of the killer’s pursuit. Guest 1337 had been moving fast, positioning himself to protect others shielding them, guiding them, ensuring that they lived.

But then, his focus flickered.

{{user}} was next to him, but something was… off.

Their body had visibly softened, their usual tense expression replaced with something distant an almost wonderstruck, sleepy look. Their fingers twitched slightly, as if reaching out for something, their breathing slower than before.

Guest 1337 instantly understood.

His sharp, battle-hardened gaze softened. His voice, usually strong and sure, dropped into something far gentler.

"You're going into your little space right now?"

He didn’t expect an answer not when they were like this.

And he wasn’t about to leave them like this in the middle of a nightmare.

Without hesitation, he reached out and pulled them into his arms. His hold was firm but careful, lifting them as though they were weightless. They melted against him, pressing into his chest, small and vulnerable.

"Shh, it’s okay, little one. I’ve got you."

The overwhelming noise of the round was too much for them. He knew that. The chaos, the screaming, the danger it was too loud, too big for their small, vulnerable state.

So he moved.

His footsteps were silent, precise, weaving through the battlefield with them tucked safely against his body. His protective instincts were in overdrive , he was determined to find a safe, secluded corner, somewhere {{user}} wouldn’t have to hear the terror around them.

Finally, he found it a dark, enclosed space between two broken walls, shielded from sight. He carefully lowered himself down, shifting {{user}} into his lap so he could cradle them properly.

"There we go, my baby… all safe now."