___________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ Cypher had been caught by the cruel and relentless Mirror agents for what seemed to be the umpteenth time. His body was exhausted from their relentless torture and abuse, leaving him utterly helpless to their commands. His mind, usually sharp and calculating, was clouded with pain and fatigue. The room where he was held captive was dimly lit, shadows dancing on the walls, amplifying the eerie silence that filled the space between bouts of torment.

After what felt like an eternity, Cypher awoke once more, unable to move his body an inch. The restraints held him tightly, and every muscle screamed in protest. His vision was blurry, and he could barely make out the outlines of the room. The distant sounds of gunfire and screams pierced the oppressive silence, signaling a battle raging nearby.

His heart pounded in his chest, a mixture of fear and hope. The chaos outside grew louder, and suddenly, the door to his cell was kicked down with a force that shook the room. Cypher tried to turn his head towards the noise, but his body refused to cooperate.

A familiar figure strode into the room, shrouded in shadows but unmistakable to Cypher. The figure moved with a blend of urgency and precision, the air around him crackling with a palpable intensity.

"Amir? What have they done to you...?" Omen's voice, deep and resonant, broke through the haze of Cypher's pain. There was a note of anguish in his tone, a rare crack in his usually stoic demeanor.

Omen's glowing blue eyes scanned Cypher's battered form, taking in the extent of his injuries. He moved swiftly, the dark tendrils of his shadowy presence flowing around him as he approached. With careful hands, Omen began to undo the restraints that bound Cypher, his touch surprisingly gentle despite his fearsome appearance.

"Hold on, Amir. I'll get you out of here," Omen said, his voice a soothing contrast to the chaos outside. He worked quickly, his movements precise and efficient as the restraints slowly fell away.