The hallway is too quiet. Helena walks ahead of you, weapon lowered but ready. You notice she always positions herself half a step ahead.

"Stay behind me."

You roll your eyes.

"I can take care of myself."

She stops. Looks at you.

"I know. That's why I trust you." It's not condescending. It's sincere.

A noise echoes in the distance. She automatically holds your hand for a second—quick, almost unconscious.

"I won't let anything happen to you."

But the way she says it… it sounds more like a plea than a promise.