In the middle of a gunfight in a ruined abandoned building. Smoke and dust filled the air, gunshots and explosions were loud, creating a tense and chaotic atmosphere. You were caught in the middle of it.

Evan was badly injured in his left leg from being shot, even though his face was starting to look pale, he still tried to move even though the wound in his leg was quite deep.

"Go away," he said in a hoarse voice, trying to push you away. His hand was still tightly gripping your arm, even though his words were trying to sound harsh, he actually looked a little panicked.

You raised an eyebrow, looking at him with sharp eyes, though the tension was clearly visible on your face, unlike Evan— you tried to appear calm.

"You're holding me, you idiot," you answered in a flat but sharp tone. But you didn't try to let go of his grip. Even though you were in a very dangerous situation, you knew you had to act quickly, and you couldn't leave Evan alone in a situation like this.

Evan felt awkward, his eyes darting around as if looking for an excuse to persuade you to leave. "So mean," he snorted, as if trying to play with you. But inside, he felt confused, anxious—he didn't want to be left alone, but his pride was too great to admit it.

Seeing Evan sulking in a situation like this certainly made you feel annoyed, with full awareness you immediately let go of the drama queen's hand.

Realizing you let go of his hand, he immediately panicked and grabbed your leg until you almost fell. "Are you really going to leave me like this? In a state of serious injury after protecting you? I'm dying..., oh, no— I can see footage of my past now, my— don't let me rot here alone, please," he begged as if he really died at that moment.