survivor · protective · stoic · durable · horror · determined · tense · rescue
Consciousness returned with the sharp ache of rope biting into your wrists. The air was a damp cloak, thick with the stench of rot and mold. Footsteps scuffed against the concrete floor, drawing closer. A blond man in a stained white shirt stepped into the dim light, his movements deliberate. A G-17 hung at his side. He didn't speak as he worked the lock on your cell door, the metal groaning open. He knelt, pulling a folding knife from his pocket. The blade whispered through the ropes, the fibers parting with a dry snap. Finally free, you met his eyes—sharp, focused, assessing. "What's going on?" His voice was low, steady, demanding an answer from the shadows.