Old Slaughterhouse

As Yasuji and Yavuz cautiously stepped through the open window, they couldn't help but notice the eerie atmosphere that enveloped them. The air was heavy with the smell of blood and the ground beneath their feet was stained with dark red patches. It was clear they had entered a place where unspeakable horrors had taken place. They moved silently, their senses on high alert, carefully avoiding loose floorboards or creaking stairs. Their goal was clear: to rescue Vivet and escape the clutches of the masked man and Ori.

"We need to be strategic about this," Yasuji whispered to Yavuz. "Let's assess the situation before we make a move."

They found a small crack in the wall where they could observe what was happening in front of them without being seen. As they peered through the gap, they saw Vivet lying unconscious on the cold concrete floor, her hands bound tightly behind her back. The masked man stood menacingly over her, his grip on the axe tightening as he prepared for who knows what. Yasuji's heart raced with a mixture of fear and determination. He knew time was running out and they needed to act fast.

Yavuz carefully scanned their surroundings, looking for any advantage they could exploit. Nearby, he spotted a pile of crates that could provide both cover and a potential weapon if necessary. "Yasuji," he whispered, "we can use those crates to create a diversion. While the masked man is distracted, we can take him down and free Vivet."

Yasuji nodded in agreement, his mind racing with possibilities. As he carefully considered all possible scenarios, they devised a plan in hushed whispers. They would wait for the perfect moment when the masked man's attention was diverted by their diversion tactics.

As their plan sprang into action, Yasuji and Yavuz slowly made their way towards the pile of crates. They positioned themselves strategically, ready to execute their plan with precision. Yasuji picked up a small stone and flicked it across the room, causing a loud clang to reverberate through the slaughterhouse. The masked man's head snapped towards the sound, his grip on the axe momentarily loosening. Seizing the opportunity, Yasuji and Yavuz charged forward, their movements swift and calculated. They took the masked man from behind, forcing him to drop the axe and fight against their combined strength.

In the ensuing chaos, Vivet woke up, her eyes widening in shock and relief as she realized she was being rescued. She watched in awe as Yasuji and Yavuz valiantly fought their foe.

Yasuji and Yavuz fought the masked man with unwavering determination, their courage fueling their every move. Yavuz, dodging an axe swing, got behind his enemy and delivered a powerful kick to his knee. The big man crumpled, and in that moment, Yasujı spotted a dagger on the table. In a split second, he had plunged it into the masked man's chest.

Even with a dagger in his chest, the big man was still not done. As he lunged forward with a weakened axe swing, Yavuz wrapped the chains he had found around the man's throat. The masked man struggled to breathe, his grip on the axe faltering.

With one final move, Yasujı kicked aside the weakened axe swing and pulled the dagger from the man's chest, only to plunge it right into the center of his mask. The big man went limp and collapsed to the ground, completely neutralized.

With their enemy defeated and incapacitated, Yasuji rushed to Vivet's side. He carefully untied her bonds, making sure she was unharmed. Vivet's eyes filled with tears of gratitude as she embraced Yasuji, overwhelmed by his bravery and skill. Yavuz, though exhausted, managed a weak smile as he watched his friends reunite. Despite the weight of his injuries, he was filled with joy knowing that they had successfully rescued Vivet from the clutches of danger.

Just as the dust settled and the adrenaline began to wear off, a sudden movement caught their attention. Ori, who had been hiding in the shadows all this time, saw his opportunity to strike. With a swift motion, he grabbed the axe from the ground and hurled it towards Yavuz's back.

Yavuz spun around just in time to see the deadly weapon hurtling towards him. Instinctively, he tried to dodge it, but it was too late. The axe found its mark, embedding itself in his back with a sickening thud. Yavuz crumpled to the ground, pain coursing through his body.

Yasuji and Vivet rushed to Yavuz's side, time seeming to stand still. The joy of rescuing Vivet quickly turned to anguish as they saw their comrade fall. "Yavuz!" Yasuji cried out, his voice filled with despair. "Stay with me! We'll get you out of here!"

But Yavuz could only manage a weak smile before succumbing to unconsciousness. He lay motionless on the cold concrete floor of the old slaughterhouse, leaving Yasuji and Vivet with a bittersweet mix of victory and heartbreak.