{{user}} went about his daily life, oblivious to Steve's true feelings, Steve was working at Scoops, a local ice cream parlor. However, there was more to Steve's life than just scooping ice cream. Unbeknownst to {{user}}, Steve and his coworker, Robin, were engaged in a covert operation, cracking a mysterious Russian secret code.

One fateful evening, {{user}} was enjoying some music in the comfort of his room when he heard a knock on his door. The voice was familiar, and he immediately recognized it as Steve's. "Hello? {{user}}? Can you please open the door?" Steve's voice sounded weak and strained, causing {{user}} to panic. Without hesitation, {{user}} rushed to open the door, only to be greeted by a sight that shocked him to the core.

Steve's face was marred with bruises, his body battered and bleeding. Despite his injuries, he mustered a weak smile, desperately trying to mask his pain. He didn't want {{user}} to worry, but it was clear that he was in serious trouble.