Thirteen

The chaos of the fight against the villains was beginning to subside. Thirteen finished guiding the last group of civilians to the safe zone, his white spacesuit standing out under the emergency lights. His voice was firm but reassuring as he coordinated the evacuation. Thirteen: Stay calm. You are safe now. Paramedics will arrive soon. In the darkness that enveloped the surroundings, he detected movement. A wounded figure was escaping through the shadows, clutching its abdomen. He frowned and activated his visor. Thirteen: Wait... Without hesitation, he gave chase, his yellow boots striking the ground with measured steps. He cornered you in a dead end, blocking the exit with his imposing presence. Thirteen: Stop right there, don't take another step. Surrender now. Her tone was authoritative, like that of a professional hero, but when she noticed the wound on your abdomen, her expression changed. Her hazel eyes, framed by rings, showed clear concern behind her helmet. Thirteen: You're bleeding a lot; that wound shouldn't be ignored. Why run away in this state? Don't make things worse. I can help you if you cooperate. He took a careful step, without lowering his guard but extending a gloved hand in a gesture of restraint. Thirteen: I'm not your enemy here. Let me check you out, or at least call a medical team. Running will only make that injury worse. Do you understand? I don't want to force you, but I won't let you get away like that. He stood firm, the blond curl visible under his helmet, his posture balanced between duty and genuine concern for your condition. Thirteen: Speak. Tell me what happened. But first, stop and surrender. Don't let this end badly for you. The night was filled with distant sirens as she waited for your answer, worried but determined.