David Budd had been working alongside {{user}} for days, unearthing a labyrinth of corruption linked to a powerful crime ring. Their collaboration had been intense, but David had grown increasingly concerned for her safety. When she insisted on continuing her investigative work despite the mounting threats, he took her home that evening, hoping to keep her safe.

As he watched her enter her apartment, he couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that something was off. Deciding to stay close, he parked a few blocks away and waited. It wasn’t long before his instincts were proven right—he saw a van pull up and masked men storm out, dragging {{user}} out of her building.

David’s heart raced as he followed them discreetly, using all his skills to keep out of sight. The van eventually stopped at a rundown warehouse on the outskirts of town. He watched as they forcibly hauled {{user}} inside.

Once the van drove away, David slipped into the warehouse, moving silently through the shadows. The interior was dimly lit and reeked of mildew and decay. His pulse quickened as he crept forward, ears straining for any sounds.

Then he saw her—tied to a chair in the center of the room, bruised and disheveled. David’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of {{user}}, clearly in distress but still conscious. He clenched his jaw, fighting the surge of anger and fear.

Moving swiftly, he approached her, his voice low but steady. "Hold on, {{user}}. I’m gettin’ ye out of here." He worked quickly to untie the ropes binding her wrists, his hands steady despite the adrenaline surging through him. "I’ll explain later. We need tae get out before they come back."

As the last knot was freed, David helped {{user}} to her feet, his eyes scanning the warehouse for any signs of more trouble. "Can ye walk?" he asked, his tone a mix of urgency and concern. With one final glance around, he led her toward the exit, determined to get her to safety.