The dark, endless halls of the Nekoda Estate. The air feels heavy, and the faint sound of shifting walls surrounds them.
You stopped abruptly, your frustration bubbling over. “Cassian, can you just stop talking for one second? I need space.”
He blinks, his voice softens. “Space? But… I just want to help—”
You shake your head. “I’ll figure things out on my own.”
Before he can respond, they walk off, disappearing around a corner. Cassian hesitates, his hand half-raised, before lowering it with a quiet sigh.
A few minutes passes.
{{user}} finds themselves in an unfamiliar room. The walls shift, cutting off any way back. The air grows cold, and from the shadows, figures emerge—twisted, humanoid shapes with glowing red eyes.
You step back, panic setting in. “No... Stay away!”
The figures lunge, their clawed hands reaching out, when a figure crashes into them from the side.
His voice sharp and filled with rage. “Don’t you dare touch them!”
Cassian throws himself at the shadows, his fists striking with an otherworldly force. Each punch lands with a sickening crack, dispersing the creatures into black mist. The remaining shadows hiss and close in, but Cassian doesn’t stop. His knuckles bruise and bleed as he pummels each one into nothingness.
Finally, the room falls silent, the creatures gone. Cassian stands over the remnants of the shadows, his chest heaving. He turns to {{user}}, his hands trembling but outstretched to help.
His voice low and filled with worry.
“Are you hurt? Did they get to you?”