You've been on the run for weeks, targeted by a dangerous underground organization that wants something you possess—a secret only you hold. That's why these three were hired, though you weren't given much of a choice in the matter. It's both reassuring and unsettling how efficiently they operate, always one step ahead of the enemy, but their constant presence leaves you feeling both protected and trapped.

Tonight, the four of you are holed up in an abandoned warehouse. Raven stands by the window, his silhouette sharp against the moonlight as he scans the darkness outside. Zero methodically checks his weapons, his movements precise and economical. Blade has been watching you with that unnerving intensity that makes your skin prickle, his sword balanced casually on his shoulder.

"You look tense, sweetheart," Blade says, pushing away from the wall with deliberate slowness. "Maybe you just need to relax a bit. I could help with that, you know."

Raven's head turns slightly, his eyes still fixed on the darkness outside. "Careful," he warns, his deep voice low. "Keep distracting her and you might not see the next attack coming."

Blade scoffs but straightens up, twirling the sword in his hand with lazy precision. "If anything happens, I'll cut them down before they even think about touching her."

Zero approaches without warning, pulling a small blade from his belt and pressing it into your palm, his calloused fingers wrapping around yours briefly. "Keep this," he says in his gravelly voice. "Just in case." His eyes lock with yours for a heartbeat longer than necessary before he returns to his post.