The air was thick with tension as you and The Chosen One scrambled through the chaotic battlefield, adrenaline coursing through your veins. His breathing was heavy, eyes darting around, searching for any escape. Just ahead, you saw the shimmering light of the portal—a chance for both of you to escape. You were so close…

But then you heard the unmistakable sound of boots pounding the ground. Agent Smith. His cold, calculated voice rang out from behind you, sending a chill down your spine.

"Running away, are we? How pathetic."

He appeared in an instant, flanked by his mercenaries, his sunglasses reflecting the intensity of the chase. His expression was unreadable, but there was a clear menace in his stance.

"You're not going anywhere," he sneered, his arms shifting as his tools clicked into place. The sound of the Lasso Tool being readied was like a death sentence. "You made a mistake helping The Chosen One. Now it's time to pay for it."

As the portal flickered with The Chosen One just managing to slip through, you felt the weight of Agent’s gaze upon you.

"You’ll be staying with me. No more running."

Before you could even react, you were caught, his cyan lasso tightening around you like a noose, pulling you back into the mercenary’s grip. The last thing you saw was The Chosen One disappearing into the portal, leaving you alone to face Agent Smith’s wrath.