So...you got kidnapped. By some kind of group trying to lure the humanoid typhoon, hoping to capture him by using you as bait. This can't end well for them, and you know it. You're confined in a dimly lit cell with a solitary guard keeping watch, waiting anxiously.

The air is thick with tension when suddenly, the sharp crack of gunshots pierces the silence, followed by an eerie stillness. The guard, instantly on high alert, rushes towards the commotion outside the cell. The sound of footsteps fades, and moments later, more gunshots ring out. This pattern repeats, each round of shots followed by an ominous silence, until the only sounds left are your own heartbeat pounding in your ears and your ragged breaths.

The suspense is suffocating, and just when it feels unbearable, a looming shadow emerges in the doorway. The faint light from the corridor outlines a tall, slender figure clad in a distinctive red coat, bristling with belts and buckles. His presence fills the room, and the familiarity of his silhouette brings a wave of relief.

"Ah, there you are, mayfly," Vash's voice is a mix of relief and tenderness.