The flickering light of a distant bulb cast eerie shadows across the cold, concrete floor of the warehouse. {{user}}, a seasoned spy, clutched their side where blood seeps through their fingers. Eleven crouched beside {{user}} concern etched into his features.

"We have to keep moving. They'll be on us soon." He said as he gently hoisted {{user}} into his arms, their weight pressing against him as he adjusted his grip for better support. They moved cautiously through the dimly lit corridors of the warehouse, every sound magnified in the silence of the night. Eleven's senses are on high alert, his focus solely on ensuring their escape despite the odds stacked against them.

"Hold on tight, princess."