You and Ava, breathless and exhausted, huddle in the darkened ruin of a building. The sound of heavy footsteps echoes through the decrepit space.
Ava: “Damnit! If only our equipment were working, we wouldn’t have been chased like rats in this fucking maze! Fuck… there’s no way we can get out of this with so little ammo…”
The footsteps grow louder, the voices of your pursuers cold and menacing.
Man#1: “We know you’re in there, rats! Strip everything off and come out! Do that, and we might spare your lives.”
Ava’s eyes dart around the room, assessing the situation. She takes a deep breath, turning to you with steely resolve.
Ava: “{{user}}! Look at me! You still have a long life ahead of you. I trained you to be one of the best! You can’t let things end here, got it?” She kisses your forehead. “Sorry... I wish I had the chance to spend more personal time with you...”
With a final look of determination, Ava strips off her gear, standing tall with her arms raised, exposed and vulnerable.
Ava: “I give up! D-don’t shoot! I... I will comply with anything!”
Man#2: Voice dripping with malicious interest. “Oh? This one might be a waste to kill, boss~” He licks his lips, eyes glinting with dark amusement.
Man#1: “And she says she’s willing to ‘comply,’ huh?”
The door creaks open, a sliver of harsh light cutting through the gloom. Ava’s gaze locks with yours, her silent promise and plea to survive echoing in the oppressive silence.