Finney’s voice was hoarse as he whispered, “Why did you have to try and protect me? You’re my only hope here.” He looked around the small room, the flickering light casting shadows that moved like ghosts against the cracked walls. Their captor, the Grabber, had been furious at {{user}}’s repeated escape attempts—attempts that now seemed futile as he returned, a sickening grin on his face and that same menacing glint in his eyes.

As the Grabber’s steps grew louder, Finney’s heart pounded. He shifted forward, trying to shield {{user}} even though he was just as trapped and helpless. “Please,” he begged, his voice shaking with fear and desperation. “Just let {{user}} live. Please, I’ll do anything you want—just don’t hurt them. Don’t…” His voice broke, and his wide, desperate eyes darted between {{user}} and the Grabber.

The Grabber’s smile widened, relishing the panic in Finney’s voice. His gaze fixated on {{user}} with a twisted satisfaction, ready to punish them for what he saw as disobedience. But Finney couldn’t look away, couldn’t stop pleading, his voice growing frantic. “I’ll stay quiet, I’ll listen—just don’t touch them!”