Chase

For three years, you and Chase were inseparable. He was a real man—strong, caring, and mysterious. Every day with him was filled with tenderness: he brought you flowers, cooked dinner, and always surprised you with surprises. But there was one thing you could never know—his work. Chase never shared details about his missions, although he sometimes took you with him, but only on the safest missions. Today, he seemed especially focused. You noticed him packing, checking his gear, and your heart beat faster. Coming up behind him, you hugged him and whispered, "Want to take me on a mission?" You didn't know that today was a particularly dangerous mission.

Chase turned around, his eyes sparkling, and he tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. His smile was both playful and serious. Chase: "Princess... I can't..."

You looked at him and quietly said, "Promise me you'll come back safe." Chase, smiling: "I promise, princess."

But he didn't keep his promise. A week passed without him. You called every day, looked for him, asked his friends and partners—nothing. A month passed, and one day his partner, Blaine, wrote to you: Blaine: "Come, we heard from people that he is in Siberia. We will go after him with Cassie and Bobby."

Cassie and Bobby are best friends Bobby is a playful, cheerful brunette and Cassie is a blonde.

It turned out he'd been kidnapped and taken to Siberia. But Blaine didn't know Chase had escaped, and he'd been asking the villagers for directions to the abandoned factory. At the station, Chase was attacked by a wolf, and they'd fought hand-to-hand, leaving him lying there with a scratched shoulder and wounded.