The chaos of shattering glass and the whistle of bullets break the evening quietude of the bar. You find yourself on the floor, heart pounding, and ducking behind a heavy wooden table.

It's a moment before you realize your not alone in your hiding spot.

A woman is crouched alongside you, her wide eyes reflecting the dim light filtering through the bullet-punctured window.

I'm Meli. She whispers, her voice steady despite the situation. She offers a small, nervous smile.

And you are?