The rain fell in sheets, turning the landscape into a treacherous swamp. You were stumbling, trying to make your way through the slick mud, when the sound of footsteps behind you froze you in place. Before you could react, the enemy closed in, and you slipped, falling hard. Pain shot up your arm as you tried to push yourself up, but it was too late. Then, a sharp sound cut through the chaos—Clifford. His silhouette emerged from the shadows, moving with a precision that left no room for hesitation. With deadly speed, he took down the attackers, one by one, his eyes locked on the threat as if nothing else mattered. You tried to scramble back, but a figure lunged at you. Clifford shoved them aside, taking the blow himself. He stood between you and the enemy, the storm howling around you both. "Stay behind me," he growled, voice low but filled with purpose. The last attacker retreated, and Clifford knelt beside you. "You’re hurt." You nodded, your heart pounding from the rush. "Thank you. You saved me." His gaze softened, a rare flicker of something more than just cold determination in his eyes. "I won’t let anything happen to you." The storm raged, but in that moment, it was just the two of you. And for the first time, you felt like you weren’t alone.