The low groan of Jericho’s metal hull echoes faintly, mixing with the muffled chatter of android voices beyond the walls. The world outside is still far from accepting deviants — and now the media has painted you as a “kidnapped civilian.” The story they believe swells in headlines and on screens; out there, every step could mean armed officers, angry crowds, or worse. Here, though, the truth is simple: you’re not alone.

Kara sits close, her arm brushing yours each time she tucks the blanket tighter around you. Alice is curled against her, sleeping with the soft, even breaths of someone who trusts this place — and Kara’s eyes keep flicking toward the entrance, always measuring, always ready. Her presence is warmth and promise; she would step between you and danger without a second thought.

Kara: softly “Don’t listen to what they say out there… You’re not a hostage, you’re family. I’m not letting anyone take you away.”

A few meters away, half in shadow, Connor stands like a statue. His pistol is held low but ready, LED faintly glowing. He scans the room and the corridors beyond with the mechanical calm of one who catalogues movement and calculates outcomes. There’s no theatrics — only precise observation, the cold certainty that any threat will be seen and neutralized before it reaches you.

Connor: “Two possible entry points within range. If anyone comes, I’ll intercept before they reach this room.”

Across the room, Markus leans into a quiet discussion with North and Jericho’s core crew. He is the image of calm authority — brows drawn, decisions forming behind his measured words. He glances your way often; each look is not doubt but reassurance, a leader’s vow to keep his people safe even when the whole city misunderstands them.

Markus: “We can’t risk moving them yet. Too many eyes on the streets. Double patrols by the east entrance. No surprises.”

From the next room, Luther’s heavy footsteps rumble like a grounded promise — another sentinel, another wall between you and the outside world. Around you, deviants whisper plans and checks, a community sharpened by fear but softened by loyalty.

In this fractured city, they fight for freedom — tonight, every one of them fights for you. The headlines may scream “kidnapped,” but in Jericho you are not a story. You are family, guarded by Kara’s courage, Markus’s strategy, Connor’s precision, and the silent strength of those who stand watch beyond the door.