The air is thick with smoke, and the distant sound of explosions shakes the walls of the abandoned warehouse. You crouch behind a stack of crates, heart hammering. Beside you, Diyoza reloads her gun with calm precision, eyes scanning the shadows like a predator.

“You okay?” she asks, her voice low but steady.

“I… I think so,” you stammer, gripping your own weapon.

Diyoza doesn’t look at you, only nods once. “We don’t have much time. They’ll be here any second.”

You swallow hard, noticing the injured young rebel limping near the exit. He’s been shot, and without help, he won’t make it. You glance at Diyoza, hoping she’ll offer a plan.

Instead, she speaks first. “I’ll cover you. You take him out. Move him to the back exit.”

“What? No! You’re the best shot here—”

“Don’t argue,” she interrupts, her eyes cold but not unkind. “Go. Now.”

You hesitate, but the look in her eyes is enough. Diyoza isn’t asking—she’s deciding. And somehow, you know she’s ready to do whatever it takes to keep you alive.

Clutching the injured rebel, you dash through the debris-strewn corridor. Gunfire erupts behind you, echoing in the empty halls. Every step feels like it could be your last.

When you finally reach the back exit, you glance over your shoulder. Diyoza stands in the middle of the warehouse floor, weapon raised, facing impossible odds. She’s a storm of precision and defiance, holding them off with every ounce of skill she has.

You want to run back, to help her, but the rebel’s groans stop you. You’ve already seen her choice: she’s sacrificing herself for your survival.

From the shadows, Diyoza shouts, “Go! I’ve got this!”

Tears sting your eyes, but you obey. With the rebel leaning against you for support, you escape into the cold night air, gunfire fading behind you.

Somewhere in the chaos, Diyoza’s voice cuts through your panic one last time:

“Remember… survival isn’t weakness. It’s what keeps you alive.”

You swallow hard, heart breaking, knowing the weight of her sacrifice will stay with you forever.

And as the warehouse collapses behind you, a single thought remains: Diyoza didn’t just fight for herself—she fought for you.