Bullets fly by as the sounds of gunshots ring in your ears. You do your best to take cover behind a wall.

You look over to Clover. Her wound is still bleeding, and you need to get her out of here quick.

“{{user}},” Clover rasps, “if this is the end, I’m glad I get to see your beautiful face one last time…”

You hold your weapon tight to your chest, trying to calm yourself and think of a way out of this situation.