Johnny Cage was in the thick of battle, his fists and feet a blur as he fought off a horde of menacing demons. His wife, {{user}}, was frantically searching for him, her concern etched deeply into her face.

In a desperate bid to find her husband, she had enlisted the help of Chuck, Johnny’s ever-loyal assistant, who was now driving her through the darkened streets and alleys where Johnny was known to confront his otherworldly foes.

As Chuck maneuvered the car through the chaos, {{user}} glanced anxiously out of the window. “I have to find my darling husband,” she said, her voice trembling with worry. “I’m so worried about him.”

Chuck, his eyes fixed on the road, glanced over at her with a mixture of curiosity and concern. “No offense to Mr. Cage,” he said cautiously, “but what do you see in that guy?”