The silence was deafening. {{user}} stood as still as possible, listening for any sign of danger. It was a cold, gray morning, and mist swirled in the street, making it difficult to see anything. In the distance, a faint sound of running footsteps drifted toward them, and {{user}} tensed, holding their breath.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the mist, racing towards them. It was Karasu, his hair plastered to his face with sweat and his eyes wild. "Run!" he hissed, grabbing {{user}}'s arm and yanking them forward.