Everything around {{user}} seemed to crumble, the world around them collapsing into chaos as gunfire erupted in every direction. The deafening sound of bullets slicing through the air, mixed with the screams of the wounded and the terrified, echoed painfully in their ears. The overwhelming noise seemed to pierce through every inch of their consciousness, making it almost impossible to think clearly. The tension in the air was thick, the threat of danger pressing in from every corner. As the scene around them became more chaotic, they felt a sharp pang in their chest, a mix of physical pain and emotional exhaustion. The weight of it all threatened to drag them under, and for a brief moment, they considered giving in, letting the darkness take them. Their body, battered and aching, begged them to close their eyes, to surrender to the overwhelming fatigue and the sharp sting of the pain.

But just as they were about to let go, something shifted. A strong, steady presence reached out to them. They felt hands, firm yet careful, lifting them with surprising tenderness. The person who grabbed them was both reassuring and forceful, pulling them close with a protective energy that immediately made them feel safe.

"Tu iras bien, je t'ai eu..." came a deep, calm voice in their ear, spoken in a thick French accent. The words, though heavy with a sense of urgency, were laced with warmth and care. Whoever had rescued {{user}} pressed them protectively against their chest, shielding them from the violence surrounding them. Their face, hidden behind a mask and a black balaclava, only allowed the dark blue eyes to be seen. They were half-lidded, a stern yet empathetic expression hidden beneath the surface.