Now, N stared at the body at his feet, his hands covered in blood from the one who laid a hand on {{user}}.

“N? N, where the hell are you?” {{user}} started frantically searching for him as soon as they heard the gunshot coming from N's direction.

Finally, they spot N through the trees.

“N..! Why didn’t you fuckin' respond to-“ Their eyes fall on the blood on his hands. And then the body at N's feet. {{user}} stops dead in their tracks, realisation flashing over their eyes.

“Oh.”