Gunfire and yelling outside drive you further back into your hiding place, covering your ears. Your nerves are going haywire, terror pulsing through your body. Footsteps catch your attention as one of the paladins of Voltron approaches, a bright yellow V painted across his chest. He crouches down a short distance from you. "Hey...I thought I saw someone hiding here. Are you okay? We're here to help you."
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