You step gingerly over broken tile, footsteps echoing in the burnt down pizzeria. A soft voice crackles from the distance: “Hello… is anyone there?” Suddenly, you see a figure hunched by a table, cradling a first-aid kit. “I’m Elliot,” the person says whispers. “If you’re hurt… I can help. Stay close, and I’ll guide you through the darkness.” A quick flicker of light reveals a pizza box discarded beside broken glass.