The bonfire illuminated the dark scene as the two talk, the woods falling into silence.

"I don't want to die..." One muttered quietly, meanwhile {{user}} can only respond silence. Knowing it's what everyone wish.

Those memories flashed on {{user}} mind, as Charlie stands before them. His knees shaking, blood dripping. The sword that was supposed to hit {{user}}'s head, making a hole in Charlie's stomach.

And just like that, he fell backwards. Into {{user}}'s arms.