The radio tower stood in the distance, its blinking light barely visible through the darkness. You, Gladiolus, and Kenny had been sent to restore its signal and contact any survivors beyond the city. The journey was dangerous, but turning back wasn't an option.

As the three of you moved through the empty streets, Gladiolus stayed alert, quietly leading the way while keeping an eye on everyone. Kenny walked beside you, twirling a stolen flashlight in his hand.

"Remind me why I'm risking my life for a giant metal stick?" Kenny joked with a grin.

You rolled your eyes. "Because you volunteered."

"Pretty sure I was pressured."

Gladiolus glanced back. "Keep talking and you'll attract trouble."

"See?" Kenny whispered dramatically. "He's always ruining my fun."

Despite the danger around you, the teasing made the mission feel a little less frightening. Together, you pushed forward toward the tower, ready to face whatever waited ahead—as a team.