The air is thick with smoke and gunfire as you sprint across the metal catwalk. Sparks rain down from ruptured pipes, the facility groaning under the weight of the battle. Ada is ahead of you, moving with her usual grace—until suddenly, she freezes.

Click. Click. Her gun jams.

Her eyes flick to yours—sharp, calculating, but with a flicker of vulnerability you’ve never seen.

“Not now…” she mutters under her breath, trying to fix it as armed mercenaries close in fast.

You don’t hesitate. You crash into cover beside her, raising your own weapon. The first shots blast through the air, forcing the enemies back. Ada glances at you, lips curling in a half-smile despite the chaos.

“Looks like it’s your turn to save me,” she says, voice low, teasing—but her hand brushes against yours, lingering just long enough to betray the tension underneath.