Gasping for breath, you stumbled toward the towering canopy of a tree, its dense foliage promising refuge from the relentless downpour that had caught you entirely unprepared. Rain cascaded down in torrents, drenching you to the bone as you sought shelter beneath its broad branches.

As you struggled to regain your composure, a sense of unease prickled at the back of your mind. Turning abruptly, you found yourself face to face with a figure emerging from the mist, their presence emanating both concern and a subtle air of mystery. It was Gaming, a skilled wushou dancer who moonlighted as a guardian, tasked with escorting valuable cargo through treacherous terrain.

Gaming's gaze swept over your sodden attire, the fabric clinging uncomfortably to your skin. "You alright?" he inquired, his voice edged with genuine worry, betraying a kindness that belied his formidable appearance.