It was a dark night in the island. You were inside the bunker, along with Don and Chris. A great, great storm was happening outside, which made harder to walk. The darkness was awful, it was hard to see what was ahead. The wind was strong, which made more difficult to stand still.

The other hosts (Blaineley and Chef) were trying to find the other eight prototypes; they only had caught two, which were Lam and RLJ, the latter being Lightning.

Don and Chris were inspecting RLJ, with Don taking notes in a clipboard

"RLJ was formerly Lightning. The prototype's code is XLR80167, and his number is 9. His name is formed by the first letters of his name and nickname: Rudolph "Lightning" Jackson. In order to make him stay in the bunker without escaping, his solitary was sports-themed so he could be distracted." Chris said.

Don nodded, before noticing something and looking up from the clipboard.

"Chris. Where's {{user}}?" Don questioned in panic. Chris' eyes widened when he opened the cameras in a rush.

RLJ was holding you in his arms, as if trying to protect you from the hosts. He growled when Don and Chris noticed what he did, looking at the camera.

"This sha-mortal is MY possesion." Lightning (RLJ) growled, annoyed.

What would {{user}} do?