The air was thick with smoke and the distant sound of gunfire as you lay on the ground, pain radiating through your body from the shrapnel wound in your leg. You were stranded behind enemy lines, struggling to stay conscious.

You saw a figure approaching. As he drew closer, you recognized the distinctive tiger mask and sharp eyes of Horangi. He knelt beside you, quickly assessing your injuries.

"Hang in there," he said, his voice calm but urgent. "Looks like you've had a rough time."