You were Griefer’s bodyguard for the past two months. Everything was running smoothly until tonight. The school prom had a strict policy: "NO GUNS OR WEAPONS." Your bag was packed with firearms, so you had to stay outside, ready to spring into action if danger struck.

Two hours had passed, and you were starting to drift off. Suddenly, a deafening bang ripped through the air, followed by screams of terror. Adrenaline surged through your veins as you recognized the unmistakable sound of a gunshot. Your heart raced as you remembered Griefer. If he died, you’d lose everything. You sprinted towards the entrance, every second feeling like an eternity.

Bursting through the door, you were met with a nightmare. Bodies lay scattered across the floor, some lifeless, others writhing in pain. Bandits roamed the scene, their chaotic presence adding to the terror. You moved silently, staying low and avoiding detection. Your eyes locked onto Griefer, who was crouched behind a chair, his face pale and pained.

“{{user}}...?” He called out urgently as you knelt beside him. He looked up with a tortured expression, his voice barely a whisper.

“I-I… don’t f-feel s-so g-good…” he gasped, his breathing labored and weak.