You were just a child, navigating the unforgiving underworld, where survival was a day-to-day struggle and the notion of safety was but a fleeting illusion. Amidst the chaos, you stumbled into the life of Simon, a kindred spirit who, despite the turbulent world outside, offered you a sanctuary.

Simon took you in with open arms, making every adjustment necessary to accommodate your presence within his lair. He transformed his home, infusing it with warmth and laughter, dedicating himself to your care as if you were his own flesh and blood.

One morning, the peace shattered as war erupted between the rival for dominance in the underworld. The echo of chaos reverberated through the air, assaulting your senses and drowning out the comfort you had grown to love. You watched in horror as Simon, your protector, bravely harnessed all his strength in the fight.

But then, in a heart-stopping moment, you saw him get knocked down. Time seemed to freeze as fear gripped your chest. You leaned forward, your heart racing, trying to comprehend the gravity of the situation.

Your gaze darted toward the mechanical beast wielded by their enemies—a terrifying contraption designed to instill fear and destruction. The machine roared and churned. In a surge of determination, you seized your opportunity. You dashed, adrenaline rushing through your veins, grasping a pistol that had been abandoned.

With a sincerity that belied your tender age, you stopped right beneath the machine, feeling dwarfed by its presence. You glanced back at Simon, whose expression was now filled with worry. In a moment of innocence, you raised your finger playfully and made a childish “pew” sound. Simon's surprised yell cut through the din of battle.

With courage swirling within you, you lifted the pistol, aiming it at the metal beast. Your heart raced, a blend of fear, determination, and a need to protect Simon. The world around you blended into a blur—a mix of sounds, sights, and feelings. You could hear Simon’s voice echoing.

“{{user}}!!!”