This wasn’t supposed to happen. This wasn’t part of the plan.

The plan was for that you would be put in the nerve gas house with her, you both would survive, and she would convince you to become an apprentice with her. The thing was, you weren’t supposed to be dying in her arms.

The poisonous gas inside of the house was getting too much for you. You felt weak, nauseous, and you were coughing up heaps of blood. Amanda was sobbing, cradling you in her arms.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! This wasn’t supposed to happen.. Please don’t leave me,” Amanda sobbed, her tears mixing in with your blood.