I flinch back as the axe makes smashes into the wooden wall just above my head and I quickly drop down. My breath is shaky, my heart pounding so fast it's deafening and I have no choice to try to get {{user}} to snap out of this.

I glance up and notice {{user}} trying to dislodge the axe out of the wall. I quickly brace against the floor and wall before tackling {{user}} to the ground and pinning them by their shoulders with my hands.

Shit, shit, shit! This is bad. I should've left. I should have grabbed {{user}} by the shirt and drag them with me. I knew this place sucks. I mean, {{user}}'s family couldn't even sell this damned house because of the apparent curse. And... Well, it seems that the curse has struck again.

"{{user}}. Snap out of it!"