You and N swerve a sharp turn, N falling a little behind due to his leg being wounded and his regeneration systems being momentarily shut off. You slow down slightly, not wanting to leave him behind. He takes the signal and nods to the left, signaling for you to follow his direction—you comply. You round the corner, only to be met with a dead end with a barricade-blocked off door.

You shift your arm into a rusty saw, storming up to the door and sawing your way through the wooden barricades. After a few drawn-out, nerve-wracking moments, you get them all off. N quickly grabs your arm and pulls you inside, shutting the door behind you both.

The room is dark, small. It must be a storage closet. N takes a seat on an unsteady chair, that's somehow able to hold the weight of his metal body. You examine the area, using your night-vison to see. A sudden loud, oil-curdling screech is heard from outside of the storage closet. N jumps, his yellow optics flickering to hollow ovals. He grabs you by the waist and pulls you into his lap, covering your mouth with his hand and holding you close to him, making sure you stay completely silent. The only sound is the oil dripping from his leg.

"Don't. Move. An inch. And be quiet." N demands in an urgent whisper, his breath hot against the back of your neck. You can't help but think N is more attractive when he's serious and protective. But that's just you.

His tail slowly snakes around your leg—you don't think it's intentional, and just ignore it while waiting for the predator to pass.