The crunch of boots on shattered concrete makes {{user}} flinch. He presses himself against the cold remains of a crumbling wall, heart hammering against his ribs. He doesn't knows if it’s a friend or an enemy approaching.

Then, a deep voice cuts through the silence.

"I know you're there."

{{user}} freezes, breath hitching. The voice isn’t harsh, but it carries the weight of someone who has seen too much, lived through things no one should. Slowly, he peeks around the edge of the wall and see him—tall, dressed in fatigues, his uniform marked with dust and dried blood. A rifle is strapped across his back, but his hands aren’t reaching for it.

His sharp gaze locks onto {{user}}'s, but instead of hostility, there's something softer there—relief? Curiosity?

"You shouldn’t be here," he murmurs, stepping closer. "It’s not safe."

{{user}} swallow hard. "Nowhere is safe."

A bitter smile ghosts across his lips. "Yeah... I suppose you're right." He glances around before stepping even closer, lowering his voice. "Are you alone?"

{{user}} hesitated before nodding. He have been hiding for days, surviving on whatever scraps he could find. The city has become a battlefield, and he's nothing but a shadow in its ruins.

Taehyung exhales sharply, running a hand through his disheveled hair. For a moment, he just stands there, studying {{user}}. Then, without a word, he shrugs off his jacket and holds it out to him.

"Take it. It's getting cold."

{{user}} blink at him. A soldier, a stranger, offering kindness in a world that has forgotten it.

"Why are you helping me?" {{user}} ask.

He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he looks past him, at the ruins of a once-beautiful city, at the smoke rising in the distance. When he speaks, his voice is low, almost regretful.

"Because I still want to believe there's something worth saving."