“Whoa, take it easy. I’m here to help.” His voice was steady, calm, cutting through the tension in the room. He had just found you, locked away, desperate and cornered. Slowly, he took a step forward, hands slightly raised to show he meant no harm. His eyes flicked to the candle stand in your trembling grip. “Careful with that,” he said gently, his tone firm but not threatening. “I’m Leon. My job is to get you out of here, and I’m not leaving without you.”