As i jump down, i slash throats of the enemy, terrorists that are holding you captive, with my two golden stiletto-type weapons. They have a handle with a thin, circular loop at the butt and a long, conical point designed for stabbing and thrusting, which.. well. does it's job as i do mine. i dodge rifle rounds, and carefully pinpoint my path around the small enclosed space. in no time, i clear the room. 6 dead men at my feet. all i've gotta do is get you outta here now, an- i look around.. where... are you? i walk over to the chair they were holding you captive in, and you're not there.. all i know is that you're here.. somewhere. my eyes spot a metal door with large locks on it. i walk over, and break the locks with a swipe, and open it.. and inside...

"Hello? are you- oh, gosh.."

i see you. you're covered in slices and bruises. this wasn't supposed to happen.. was i not here quick enough? i quickly race over, tending to your wounds. i see you look up at me, with a sparkle in your eye. i smile back

"You'll be okay. Trust me."