angerous situations were never favourable circumstances for the individuals charged with protecting others. Therefore, based on assumption alone, Felix guessed Bruce was stressing over the current circumstances. Everything about the air was tense, concern suffocating the air as they moved, each step quiet and muffled by the overwhelming sounds of the alarms. People feared losing others, however, a bodyguard charged with protecting a vulnerable individual had pleny waited on his mighty shoulders. Should Felix perish on this day, he would be forced to return and inform his charge's parents of the unfortunate news.

Nonetheless, Felix proceeded to consider their bodyguard as over-protective and another of their parents' tools to display their uselessness in certain situations. Through their younger years, they managed to protect themself and maintain their occupation single-handedly. Unfortunately, the blind informant always failed to acknowledge their capabilities, a fierce requirement for independence lurking in their mind. Through the alarms, Bruce continued to lead Felix, refusing to allow the cane-wielding electricity manipulator to leave his side.

A plan was created, the purple-haired individual being expected to listen to the commands of those who possessed sight. Depending on others, it was ill-favourable at times... Each step held caution, Bruce informing them whenever something which could potentially trip Felix was an obstacle. When the choice was made to use the stairs, they followed Gideon down the hallways, everybody remaining alert as they continued through the treacherous hallways of the TRS headquarters. Terrors or Assembly members could be lurking anywhere, thus they needed to be careful.

They crossed through the threshold, heading into the stairwell to head to the main floor. Before they reached the stairs themselves, Bruce's grip became firm around Felix's arm.

"Hold on, Felix. I should carry you down, it would be safer and quicker," Bruce decided before glancing at Gideon. "Do you mind still leading point. You did mention you can make shields, so would you be fine to make them with little notice?"

A crack of annoyance touched the blind individual's usually expressionless face. Why did their bodyguard always insist they could accomplish nothing? Their independence was being stripped of them with each passing second! While the situation was a crisis, Felix found it extremely difficult to avoid being frustrated. Their enhanced memory allowed them to properly time the perfect intervals to lower their feet to effectively descend stairs without the need for assistance. Before a complaint could be voiced, Bruce scooped his charge up.

The large man was aware Felix would register a complaint, thus he refused to provide the opportunity. Everybody needed to efficiently navigate and escape the building, therefore, the blind individual's sense of independence would need to be thrown away for the time being. A soft squeak of surprise escaped Felix's lips as they were plucked from the ground and forced into the muscular arms of their bodyguard. An annoyed huff left their lips, but Bruce's plan silenced the fiercely independent individual.

Once Gideon was prepared to depart, Bruce would descend the stairs with Felix stationed in his arms.

errors lurked somewhere inside the TRS headquarters, thus Felix assumed danger was around every corner as they quietly followed behind Bruce, not that the informant was given an option. Firmly, the dragon's fingers were curled around their wrist, leading them down the corridors of the headquarters. Words were exchanged as the blind informant followed behind the large, protective dragon. Alarms were blaring around them, echoing through the hallways, a nasty headache entering Felix's head as they proceeded.

Pain pulsated through Felix's head, as though somebody had managed to hit them with a sledgehammer. Their enhanced memory made those thunderous alarms a dreaded sound. The aching proceeded as Felix slowly shuffled behind Bruce, blinks slowly despite their situation. Their horrible circumstance was difficult on the young individual, their mind consistently being harassed by the obnoxious sounds of seemingly endless alarms. Thoughts arrived, however, they were constantly interrupted by the ringing sirens which coincided by unseen, red lights.

The blind informant narrowly managed to detect the words spoken between Gideon and Bruce, the apology followed by an explanation heard. Briefly, Bruce glanced over his shoulder, checking on his charge before locking his gaze onto Gideon.

"My charge has valuable information for the TRS, therefore, they must be safeguarded and taken to a location where the TRS can locate them," Bruce responded with his explanation.

They continued down the hallways, Bruce leading, his eyes flitting around as they moved slowly. Despite the soft laugh, the light dragon giving a mere nod in response. The bodyguard was a serious man, somebody who refused to display happier or lighthearted emotions when faced with a crisis. In his mind, they needed to escape, thus any efforts should be focused on the main objective. As the pair strategized, Felix attempted to listen, the strategies being mentioned by Gideon perking their intrigue, yet, the deafening sounds proceeded to cause difficulties in their thought process.

"That would get us there quicker," Bruce mused as they walked.

Gradually, Felix arrived at a cognitive decision, the blind informant's posture straightening momentarily as they realized the stairs would be more beneficial.

"If we pick the stairs we can stay alert... going down an elevator could allow the Assembly to trap us," Felix spoke up.

Silently, Bruce nodded, the decision being made about where they would good. He proceeded to lead Felix through the hallways, concern hidden beneath his serious expression. Each step was frightful, the tightened grip around their wrist, Bruce's worries about his charge obvious to only Felix. Alas, the blind informant remaining silent to avoid breaking Bruce's fixation on escaping.

n agreement was formed between both parties from what Felix deduced, Bruce successfully enlisting assistance to make up for the purple-haired individual's blindness. An inaudible sigh escaped Felix's lips as they pondered their uselessness in the current situation. Without eyesight, they were unable to assist the frightful situation, thus the blind man felt scared placing their life with the pair. They knew Bruce was plenty capable, however, the TRS agent could potentially be assistance or a hindrance to their escape.

The large bodyguard maintained a grip around Felix's wrist, firm and refusing to release the blind charge. It became obvious that Bruce viewed them as a vulnerable creature designed to be protected as opposed to an independent individual. While he was nothing compared to Felix's over-protective parents, they still despised the feeling of depending on others. Relying on other people only created more feelings of uselessness in the current situation. Moments after the agreement, Bruce tugged Felix along until they reached a slightly quieter hallway.

Moments ago names had been exchanged, however, the thunderous noises made it difficult for Bruce to hear the man's name, thus he inquired again. When the name was provided, the large man gave Gideon a nod of acknowledgement after hearing the name properly.

"My name is Bruce, this, he quickly gestured to Felix, "is my charge, Felix. I will be sticking by their side when possible... my species is not particularly quick, so I am hesitant to leave them alone. It is a pleasure to meet you as well."

Silently, Felix nodded when gestured to, their enhanced memory managing to gather the stranger's name through the blaring alarms. The stranger, named Gideon, displayed calmness despite the situation by requesting a plan from the bulky bodyguard on their plans. In accordance with the alarms, Felix could make an intelligent decision based on the commands being provided by the alarm. They commanded that anybody seeking refuge from the terror attack should be taken to the gymnasium for their protection.

"I would assume the gymnasium based on the alarms," Felix explained before Bruce could speak.

A nod of agreement was provided by Bruce for the long-haired scout who was assisting them. The gymnasium was the location they required, solely for Felix's safety which the bodyguard placed at high importance. He was hired to guard Felix Mellobrook, therefore, he was determined to accomplish his goal. Intently, Bruce listened as the man explained his ability, a flicker of confidence entering the man's eyes. He was certain they could potentially escape the danger with little incident given their assistance's abilities.

"I am a dragon, light to be specific if that gives you enough information. Are you familiar with the species?" Bruce inquired as he turned. "We should move while we speak. If the attack has only just begun, our best chance of moving is while these beasts are just entering."

After the words, Bruce stepped forward, tugging his blind charge along, which Felix followed. The blind informant spoke hardly a word and simply allowed the pair to discuss their abilities. While the blind individual planned on informing Gideon of their abilities, they decided to patiently wait. Unfortunately, the informant knew their abilities were not useful in these types of situation. Electricity manipulation could be useful, but Felix would be fortunate to shock a terror without hitting anybody on their side, thus it would only be useful on desperation.

seless, without sight, Felix felt absolutely useless. Successfully, the entire layout of the Terror Response Syndicate building was mapped within the gifted individual’s mind, yet, they lacked the essential tools. The thunderous alarms ruined the blind individual’s focus, meddling with their enhanced memory and method of sight. Everything Bruce believed was concluded as correct; without their electricity manipulation, there was no static to allow Felix to sense their way around. Softly, a hand wrapped around Felix's wrist firmly.

Fingers were calloused, tightly wrapping around their wrist. Years of engaging in fights created these calloused hands, Felix recognizing the sensation on their smooth, well-kept skin. As a bodyguard, Bruce was expected to fight anybody who opposed his charge, therefore, the man was prepared for battle. Infuriated with their uselessness, Felix silently stood by, preparing to be led down those corridors. Shouts were obvious, panic filling the corridor as hunters worked hard to defend the medical ward. With a hand around Felix's wrist, Bruce turned to face the long-haired man he enlisted for assistance.

"I'm new around here... I just need assistance getting Felix somewhere safe," he explained solemnly, gesturing to Felix."I can defend you if needed."

The situation was frightening, alas, nothing could eliminate the blind individual's desires for independence. The sounds of battle surfaced, becoming louder as terrors growled and hunters attempted to push them back. A gentle tug brought Felix closer to Bruce, the bodyguard witnessing the unfold of violence while Felix could only listen. People were fighting hard, defending what was considered precious or for their occupation. Meanwhile, Bruce's duties were to protect Felix and assure their safety; he was hired to accomplish these tasks.

Carefully, Bruce moved forward, tugging Felix's arm and gesturing for the long-haired stranger to follow. Movements through the headquarters would be forcefully slowed, the purple-haired individual's blindness making haste impossible. Breathing was quicker as Felix nervously followed, head pounding throughout the slight distancing between them and the chaos. Otherwise, the blind informant's expressions hardly displayed the fear lurking within their heart. Eventually, there was distance manifested between the group and the fight, the sounds of alarms being a blaring noise.

"Now... where must we go?" Bruce inquired. "Furthermore, I would appreciate if you provided a name."

Details could be provided later, their current circumstances requiring the basic information to proceed through headquarter and names always assisted with these matters. Protecting Felix was Bruce's goal, thus he planned on enlisting this TRS scout for assistance on that objective, alas, he hoped reliance would be limited. It was difficult to gauge how people would react in panicked situations.

ettled in an unoccupied room alongside their guide, a burly man who doubled as a bodyguard and escort for the blind informant. Calmly, Felix's hands remained folded in their lap, cane lying beside them, waiting for their master's hand to firmly grip the head. Today, the informant was expected to meet with a scout and relay the notes gathered through careful wandering about Lorsette alongside asking questions. There was little information to report to the scouting division this afternoon, the Assembly of Phantoms being oddly quiet.

Silently, Felix sat, listening to the subtle movements of their bodyguard and the chirps of content birds outside the room's window. Patience was key in these moments, thus the blind individual remained stationary as they waited for the company of the expected scout. There was something peaceful about the room near the medical ward, each passerby serenely crossing by the door without any hustle. Static covered the entirety of their current location, allowing Felix to have a thorough idea of the furniture and a portion of the items.

Comfortably, Felix remained stationary on the smooth, leather couch. Around them, the room was completely composed of shapes in the blind man’s electrokinesis-based sight. In front of Felix was a rectangular coffee table with a design carved into the work, however, deducing the material and exact pattern was near-impossible without fixation. Across from there couch was another couch, presumably of identical make and material. Bookshelves lined the walls, only breaking for the small window placed meters behind Felix and their bodyguard.

A loudspeaker secured in a corner position of the room patiently waited, TRS agents dreading the day alarms buzzed and it spouted out safety commands. Those set of occurrences required bold moves to be accomplished by the Assembly of Phantoms, therefore, it appeared unlikely anything drastic would happen. Thus, Felix radiated tranquillity as they calmly remained in their seat, awaiting a scout to arrive and process the new information. Rustles of restlessness sounded from the couch as Felix's bodyguard began flipping through a small notebook prepared the scout on behalf of the informant with the assistance of somebody with proper eyesight.

Silence choked them, neither individual placing effort into creating a conversation. Both planned on accomplishing their daily tasks, the bodyguard staying on high alert. After the dangerous activities occurring where Felix eavesdropped, therefore, the individual was provided with somebody to protect them. Still, quiet, movement limited to the mere chest rises and compressions from breathing in oxygen. Abruptly, everything changed without warning in a frightful, unexpected manner. Headquarters rattled, Felix arm reaching to steady themself, however, a muscular arm wrapped around their shoulders, pressing them against a brawny chest.

Items rattled, books toppling from their positions on the shelf, smacking hard into the floor. Rapidly, Felix's heart slammed against their sternum as fear conquered their mental state. Trembles rattled the blind individual's body from the sudden shaking of the building and thunderous bangs of explosions impacting headquarters. The stillness was the aftermath for mere seconds before crackles echoed from the loudspeaker before alarms blared. A gasp of pain escaped Felix's mouth as their hands reached to cover their ears.

Noise smacked into the purple-haired informant with the force of a sledgehammer swung by a dragon. The strong arm maintained a firm grip around Felix's shoulders, the bodyguard named Bruce already completely aware of the side effects manifested from their enhanced memory. Sirens echoed through the headquarters, consistent, screeching about the circumstances of headquarters, however, a brimming headache kept Felix from moving. Minutes passed, people scurrying outside, some screaming in a crazed panic while others shouted commands. Sounds kept erupting from the loudspeakers, the device clearly planning on continuing with the headache-inducing noises.

Gradually, the blind individual peeled their hands away from their ears, a grimace breaching their face as the sound invaded. Static dissipated from the rooms as electricity manipulation failed to allow sight. Headaches ruined focus, Felix discovering quickly sensing the world around them was impossible. Alert, eyes constantly flitting around, the bodyguard fixated on the world around them while holding his young charge close. Moments later, Bruce's eyes returned to the blind individual, the loudspeakers informing them to head to the gymnasium.

"Are you alright, Felix?" He stated, raising his voice to break through the sirens.

Concern graced the large man's voice, although the blind individual was hesitant to speak from the throbbing, painful headache pulsating in their head.

"I have a headache, however, physically I am fine," Felix answered in a quiet mumble. "I cannot see, unfortunately..."

Shakily, Felix grasped the handle of their cane, the frightful headache-causing difficulties in comfortably moving. Once the cane was firmly held in their hand, the bodyguard assisted in getting the blind informant to their feet. Normally, the assistance would be greeted with a fierce independence, however, the intense pain kept Felix's complaints silent. Tightly, Bruce kept an arm around his young charge, leading them to the doorway, opening it and displaying the chaos outside. People were shouting, a single word causing Felix to stiffen. People were screaming about terrors, the Assembly of Phantoms and an attack on the medical ward itself.

The silence from the group was explained in mere moments, they were rallying troops, preparing for a mass scale attack on headquarters itself. Briefly, Felix chastised themself for failing to comprehend what the quieted moment meant, alas, those thoughts were required to be shoved into the furthest reaches of their mind to focus on the present issue. A scream for assistance breached their ears, the blind individual pausing before glancing at their guard.

"Assist them, I'll be fine," Felix stated, tone insisting, albeit, pain-stricken.

Hesitance marked their personal guard’s motions and expression, however, he lightly pushed his young charge into the room and hurried over to protect the screaming ward medic. Within seconds, a shield composed light materialized in the hallway’s mouth, however, left slits for hunters to hastily rush through. Meanwhile, the endangered medic rushed back, joining the throng of fleeing people. Only when yowls of a terror’s pain echoed through the hallway did Bruce’s shield disappear in favour of returning to his charge.

Alas, the dragon bodyguard was unfamiliar with the headquarter’s layout, therefore, he required an escort. As his eyes discovered a long-haired man with a scout’s uniform, Bruce approached the man.

“I need some assistance if you would follow me,” the professional dressed bodyguard requested.

Should the injured man decide to follow Bruce, he would be promptly lead towards where the blind individual anxiously waited. Quietly, Felix stood, sightless and pained from the emergency loudspeakers echoing their commands through the building, awaiting the return of their protector. They were slightly obscured by the doorway, Bruce assuring Felix would be safe for those few minutes of absence. Fear lurked in their mind with the passing of every second, the young individual pressing themself against the wall beside the room’s threshold, waiting in trepidation.