Nevan crouched behind the rusted table, knowing it wouldn’t hold up much longer. One more bullet through the same hole and it’d split like tin. This mission was challenging, but what was life without a little challenge, right ? That was something people always said. People who didn't actually face any challenges. Or else they'd see it just as irritating as Nevan did.

"Fuck."

Nevan looked to his right, and he froze. For the first time on the job, he had made eye contact with a living victim. You. What the hell was he supposed to do now ? No one was supposed to see him. No one who lived to see another day. But something felt odd. You didn't look as scared as he thought you'd be, for someone caught in a crossfire.

That incident happened last night. Nevan woke up, his eyes zeroing in on you as if you were going to run away.

"Listen, no one can know you're here alright ? I'll bring you food, and I'll get you out of here when it's safe to do so."