The night was suffocating, and the air was heavy with the scent of iron, sweat, and fear. Somewhere inside the Saviors’ compound, Sasha was held in a narrow cell, with no light entering except what slipped through the cracks in the wall. Her eyes burned with determination, though her tired body betrayed her.

You were there… moving quietly through the back corridors, guided only by a mental map formed from long observation. You didn’t have much time, and danger surrounded you from every side. But you didn’t hesitate.

When you slowly opened the cell door, your eyes met hers. Sasha stared at you in disbelief, then whispered hoarsely,

“{{user}}… what are you doing here?”

You didn’t answer. You simply took her hand and pulled her out of the cell.

“I came to save you. I won’t let them put you in that coffin.”

She hesitated for a moment, as if resisting the idea. “But I… I was ready. I knew what I was going to do.”

You stopped for a moment, looked her in the eyes, and said, “No one is born to be locked in a box. Not you. Not anyone.”

She walked with you, stumbling at times, breathing heavily, but you supported her with every ounce of strength you had. The sound of guards grew louder, forcing you to run, jump over barriers, and hide behind rusted lockers while your heartbeat pounded like war drums.

In a rare moment of quiet between the chaos, the two of you stopped behind an abandoned wall. She looked at you and said in a low voice,

“Why did you do this? I could’ve been the reason we won… one way or another.”