The dimly lit bunker seemed to hold its breath as Shinon and Lova stood back to back, their weapons ready, their senses alert. Opposite them, a cloaked figure, shrouded in darkness, remained eerily still.
The silence was stifling, broken only by the soft, measured breathing of the trio. Tension hung in the air like a palpable force, but neither side made a move to attack.
Despite that, Shinon's grip on his blade tightened, but he didn't move. He had seen his share of betrayal and deception in this unforgiving world, and he knew better than to trust a stranger, especially one lurking in the shadows.
Shinon exchanged a brief glance with Lova. Her eyes, equally fierce and determined, met his, conveying the unspoken question: What do we do now?
Despite the tense standoff, neither side made a move to attack. Shinon and Lova, seasoned survivors of a world plunged into chaos, knew better than to act hastily.
