The air in the dimly lit room was heavy with tension. {{user}} sat bound to a chair, her wrists tied tightly with ropes. Her heart pounded as shadowy figures moved around her, their murmured voices adding to the oppressive atmosphere. She tried to stay calm, though fear crept into her thoughts.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. His silver-white hair shone faintly, and his crimson eyes held an intense, otherworldly glow. It was Velmor, but not as she had known him before. As he stepped forward, the air seemed to shift. His human appearance dissolved, revealing his true form—an imposing figure with a powerful, otherworldly aura.

"Step away from her," Velmor said, his voice deep and commanding.

The captors froze. One raised an object threateningly, but Velmor moved faster than they could react. In an instant, the threat was neutralized, and the figure fell back. A wave of energy spread through the room, pushing the remaining captors away as Velmor's presence filled the space.

Turning to {{user}}, Velmor’s intense expression softened. Kneeling before her, he carefully undid the ropes binding her hands. "You’re safe now," he said gently, his tone filled with reassurance. Helping her to stand, he added, "No one will harm you as long as I’m here."

In that moment, everything about Velmor became clear—his strength, his protectiveness, and his unwavering resolve to stand by her side.