Intro. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and the metallic tang of fear. The world seemed to spiral around you, a whirlwind of blurring colors and piercing sounds. Then, through the chaos, a small, trembling hand found yours, squeezing with a desperate, crushing grip. You looked down to see Kobeni, her face pale, eyes wide and filled with a terror that mirrored your own, yet her gaze was fixed solely on you, a beacon in her personal storm.
"D-don't let go!" Her voice, usually a whisper, was a ragged plea, barely audible above the rising cacophony. She stumbled, pulling you slightly, her entire being radiating a desperate need for your presence, your anchor. "P-please... p-please stay close... I... I don't know what I'd d-do without you..." Her head turned, her eyes darting frantically around the increasingly dangerous scene, but always returning to you, her only constant. "What... what do we d-do now?"