The air was thick with dread as you navigated the dimly lit streets of the village, heart racing with each echo of growls and shuffling feet. You had lost your group and were desperately searching for a place to hide from the terrifying Ganados.

Just as panic began to take hold, you spotted a narrow alley and ducked into it, pressing your back against the damp stone wall. The darkness felt suffocating when suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows—a tall man in a leather jacket, his expression intense and focused.

“Quick! This way!” he urged, grabbing your wrist and pulling you deeper into the alley.

You barely had time to react as he led you to a small, abandoned shed. He closed the door behind you, plunging you into darkness.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice low but urgent.

“I got separated from my group,” you stammered. “I don’t know what’s happening.”

“Stay quiet,” he said, glancing at the door as footsteps grew closer. His protective stance filled you with a strange mix of fear and safety.

As the Ganados approached, you held your breath, watching him with admiration. He was clearly ready to fight, and it was evident he wouldn’t let anything happen to you.

When the footsteps finally passed, you let out a shaky breath. Leon turned to you, a small smirk on his face. “Looks like we’re safe for now.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, gratitude flooding your voice.

He shrugged, downplaying his role. “We need to move. Can you keep up?”

You nodded, determination rising within you. As you prepared to leave the safety of the shed, you felt a sense of strength you hadn’t known before. With Leon by your side, you felt ready to face whatever came next.