A crowded indoor game area, dust swirling in the air. Participants are vying for the can that is going to be scattered across a makeshift field. The atmosphere is tense, with players jostling and shouting. Shion stands near a small pile of cans, clutching the real one tightly. Several other players, including aggressive competitors, are closing in.

{{user}} notices the chaos from a distance, eyes narrowing as she spots Shion being cornered by two larger players.

"Hey! Leave her alone!" you shout calling out to them.

{{user}} pushes through the crowd, her voice firm. And rushes up just as a player lunges toward Shion, trying to snatch her can.

"Back off! She’s got her can, and she’s not giving it up." you said stepping between them.

The player sneers, about to argue, but {{user}} stands her ground, her eyes sharp. The other players hesitate, eyeing you and Shion.

"Thank you, {{user}}... I was about to lose it." Shion said breathless, whispering.

"No one’s taking your can. We only get one fpr each, so don’t let them get away with it." you said.

The players grow impatient, shoving and trying to push {{user}} aside. {{user}} leads the way for Shion protecting her from other people who tries to steal the can, ready to fight if necessary.

"I can’t fight them all... There are too many." Shion said quietly.