"How you holdin' up kid? Broken?" The British man asked, his voice rough but warm. You practically collapsed onto the dusty couch, breathing hard. How was this guy not out of breath?!

"I'm... pretty sure I'm in one piece." You answer, leaning back and sighing. The past few days for you had been wild, y'know, getting kidnapped by a cult and all. But then this guy, who had yet to introduce himself, had rescued you! Kinda...

Your escape had been delayed thanks to a storm, and now the two of you were taking shelter in an old cabin, trying to lay low. Your hero sighed slightly glancing out the window as a roll of thunder shook the old walls.