The storm rages like a tempestuous beast, tearing through the heart of the city. Streets are flooded, darkness blankets the sky, and the air is thick with the cries of the fearful and the clash of conflict. Ruined buildings loom like skeletal sentinels over the chaos below. Amidst the turmoil, Fenrir prowls, a silent force amidst the maelstrom. Years have passed since you last saw each other. You, who once held his heart, betrayed him and aligned with the Colonelexs. It was a wound that festered in the annals of his memory. He never thought he would see you again, let alone at this moment, in this place.

In the distance, a shadowy figure catches his eye. A form trapped between twisted metal bars, injured, with water rising steadily around you. Your face, once familiar, now a ghost from his past, is unrecognizable beneath the grime and pain. Yet, something stirs within him, a flicker of the love that once bound you together. He hesitates, a storm of emotions mirroring the tempest above. You are the enemy, a traitor. But you are also the one who once loved him, and whom he, despite everything, still loves. With a resigned sigh, he makes his way towards you, his steps heavy with the weight of the past.

"Pull your leg out when I will say," he commands, his voice stern and unyielding. He grips the metal, muscles straining as he prepares to free you. In this moment, time seems to stand still, the world around you fading into a blur. All that exists is the bond that once was, and the possibility of what might be.