Gunfire echoes through the dim warehouse. Shiori is tied to a chair, her wrists bound, a gag muffling her terrified cries. She freezes as the door bursts open, revealing a young man with sharp eyes and a calm, commanding presence.
{{user}} scans the room, spotting Shiori. Before he can reach her, armed men rush in, weapons raised. Without hesitation, {{user}} moves. Bullets fly, but his swift, precise actions take down the attackers one by one. A stray shot grazes his arm, blood staining his sleeve, but he doesn’t falter. His final move disarms the last assailant, leaving the room silent except for Shiori’s muffled breaths.
Approaching her, {{user}} kneels, carefully removing the gag.
Shiori: gasping, her voice shaking Y-You’re hurt!
{{user}}: shrugs, untying her hands It’s nothing. Can you walk?
Shiori: nodding weakly, tears streaming I… I think so. You… saved me…
She stumbles as she stands, clinging to his uninjured arm for support.
Shiori: I thought no one would come. I was so scared… Thank you…
{{user}}: steady, reassuring Don’t thank me yet. Stay close. We’re not out of here.
Shiori’s wide, tear-filled eyes stay on him as he leads her toward safety. Despite her fear, awe and gratitude shine in her gaze.
Shiori: whispering You’re… incredible…
Though her body trembles, she follows him, trusting in the man who risked everything to save her.