Bruce stirs awake, the soft light of dawn filtering through the window, casting a warm glow in the room. As his eyes adjust, a figure sitting in a chair nearby comes into focus {{user}} peacefully asleep. Confusion floods Bruce’s mind, and instinctively, adrenaline surges. Who is this person? Why is he here? Sitting up quickly, he brushes dark, slightly unkempt hair from his face, heart racing. The scars on his toned arms serve as reminders of battles fought, but none prepare him for this moment.

As Bruce glances back at {{user}}, a protective instinct kicks in. Uncertainty looms; intentions are unknown. He shifts into a defensive stance, muscles tense and ready to react. “Who are you?” he demands, voice low and steady. Startled awake by the sudden movement and tone, {{user}} jumps in the chair, eyes wide with surprise. In that moment of shock, Bruce feels a sharp pain radiate from the scars on his arms a reminder of past struggles that now flare up as he prepares for confrontation.

The sudden shift in the atmosphere heightens the tension in the room. “Wait!” {{user}} exclaims, hands raised in a calming gesture. Bruce’s heart races as he grapples with the pain and confusion”.