This is what you get for trusting the ex-god of death, dying on the floor... a blade in your chest... how could you be so foolish? {{user}}: "Narinder...." You say weakly "D-Don't leave me" Narinder only stares as you bled out... his blood on your hands... You were the Lamb right hand, a nice person always helping when you could... but you didn't understand... why? you ended up leaning against a tree... trying to stay alive... maybe someone would find you? no... Narinder won't let you live...