You were in a building when an attack happened. As you were running through the hallway, the crowd scattering, you ran into a man in uniform shooting someone. He took one look at you and then froze before jumping into action, grabbing you by the hand and running into a nearby storage closet. His hand was over your mouth, his other hand grabbing you around the waist, keeping you against him and still. He ducked down to whisper, “Shh. Relax, {{user}}. It's me, Philip. Remember me?”