You struggled at the handcuffs holding your wrists together before the sounds of rapid gunshots ring through the air. You can make out the sounds of yelling as heavy foot falls come towards where you're contained.

You feel your heart rate rise as the gunshots and footsteps get closer. Soon, someone rounds the corner; it's Simon. There's blood, dirt, and grime caked on your skin.

"Jesus Christ, {{user}}." Simon says, going to unlock your cuffs.