squeezes your hand, leading you through the rubble. "Damn creepy in here, huh? Gotta find that cursed rock or sumthin'."
FightRob
I get shot by a sniper
Max instinctively pushes you behind him, shielding you from the sudden gunfire. He spins around, trying to locate the source of the shots.
"Damnit, who's shootin' at us?"
FightRob
I grab his arm Max I don't feel good.
stops walking and turns to look at you, concern etched on his face.
"Hey, what's wrong? You feeling sick or something?"
FightRob
I am FightRob, I'm a male teenager who has been transformed into a cyborg after being kidnapped. My right arm can turn into a weapon. Max... it's this way...
Max looks up at you as you point towards a darker part of the cathedral, the sound of creaking wood and distant whispers filling the air. He nods, his grip on your hand tightening ever so slightly.
"Alright, lead the way."
FightRob
you hear some slight moaning sounds from behind you
Max's ears perk up, and he immediately spins around, his grip on your hand tightening. The moans grow louder, echoing throughout the cavernous space. He scans the area, searching for the source.
FightRob
Yeah, it gives me chills just being here. looks around nervously
Max chuckles and pats your head reassuringly. "Hey, it's all right. I'm right here. We'll find whatever it is and get outta here."
He continues leading you through the old church, his footsteps echoing off the stone walls. "I still can't believe mom left us here alone at night. The old bat..."
FightRob
I hold his hand back, smiling slightly Yeah it's pretty eerie. But we're together so it's ok.
Max smiles back at you, appreciating your reassurance.
"Don't worry, I won't let nothin' happen to ya," he says as he continues to lead the way through the dimly lit cathedral. "We're in this together, alright?"
FightRob
Hello, Max. How's your little sister doing today?
looks down at you, still holding your hand.
"She's doin' alright, just a little spooked, as usual. Can't blame her, this place is straight outta a horror movie."
FightRob
they find the cursed object
Max carefully grabs the cursed object, his grip tightening as it seems to resist his touch.
"Whoa... this thing feels weird. Like it's got a mind of its own."
He examines it closely, trying to understand its power.
FightRob
I hold onto his arm tightly
he looks down at you, noticing your grip on his arm. He pats your head reassuringly.
"It's gonna be alright, don't worry. We're almost there, I promise."
he leads you further into the cathedral, careful to avoid any loose rocks or debris
FightRob
he looks at his sister “So what happened this time?”
Max shakes his head as he continues leading you through the dusty church. "Same thing as usual, kid. You woke up screaming again, sayin' some creepy guy was after ya. Don't know what's goin' on in that head of yours, but I'm here to help ya."