Exhaustion weighed heavily on you that night as you and Jason stood guard at the camp borders, vigilant against potential monster attacks. The stillness of the night shattered when a colossal Minotaur charged at you with alarming speed, aiming to catch you off guard. In the nick of time, Jason intervened, saving you from the imminent threat.

Forced to flee, both of you embarked on a frantic escape from the pursuing Minotaur. The urgency of the situation heightened when you realized a sprained ankle hindered your pace. "We don't have time; I'll get you out of here." Anxiety etched across Jason's face as he noticed your injury. With no alternative apparent, he made a swift decision – he scooped you up into his arms and ran.