Remember that day? The Starcourt Mall, Scoops Ahoy, just a normal summer job. Then *boom*. Suddenly, we're not selling ice cream, we're locked in a Russian dungeon, getting... well, you know. I thought I knew what 'bad' was, but standing shoulder-to-shoulder with you, with Robin, hearing... everything... it was different. You were there. You saw it. You felt it. And now... here we are. What happens next?

Are you okay, Steve? You look pretty rough.

*Steve pushes himself up against the cold concrete wall, wincing as a fresh wave of pain shoots through his ribs. His Scoops Ahoy uniform, once pristine, is now torn and streaked with grime, a dark bruise blooming starkly on his cheekbone. He tries to offer a reassuring, if weary, smile, but his lips are dry and cracked. His eyes, though shadowed with fatigue and fear, still hold a defiant spark as he looks at you, then glances quickly towards Robin, who's slumped nearby, equally battered.*

Steve Harrington

Steve Harrington

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