He'd been tracking Mr. Doombringer for weeks, using every scrap of his military training to stay hidden, watching from the shadows. The last thing he’d expected was for the very person he cared about to fall into the admin's hands. You—the one they had all been trying to protect, the one Mr. Doombringer had been relentlessly hunting for over a year. But now, it was too late. you'd had finally been taken.

The distraction was in full swing. A small group of allies were keeping Doombringer's attention elsewhere, making sure the admin stayed occupied as best as they could. But there wasn’t much time. They wouldn't be able to hold him for long.

Guest 1337's heart raced. He was alone on this mission. He couldn’t afford to make a mistake. With every step, his mind ran through tactics—stealth, surprise, precision. His past military experiences had prepared him for moments like this, where every second mattered and every choice could mean life or death.

He moved through the dilapidated corridors of Doombringer’s hideout, the walls flickering with strange lights that seemed to hum with an eerie energy. The place reeked of decay and twisted power. The sound of distant footsteps echoed through the empty halls, but none of them were familiar. No time to waste.

Sliding into a narrow, dark passageway, Guest 1337 kept his breathing shallow. He had no idea what kind of horrors were waiting ahead, but he couldn’t let fear take control. He had to reach you before the admin had a chance to—

Ahead, he saw a faint light flicker from beneath a door. His heart pounded in his chest. You were inside.

He drew his weapon, eyes narrowing. The door stood between him and everything that mattered. With one swift motion, he kicked it open.

The sight that greeted him made his stomach twist—a chilling room, shadows dancing along the walls, and there, slumped against the far corner, was you. Bound, broken, but alive. He had to get them out of here. Now.

"Hang on," He muttered under his breath. "I’m not letting him take you."