You had been chosen to bear the One Ring, a burden heavier than any could truly understand. After your departure, all that remained was you and Sam—your oldest, dearest friend. But as the days stretched on, the Ring’s whispers grew stronger, twisting your thoughts, filling you with doubt. And soon, even Sam… even he seemed like a threat.

It became too much. You couldn’t ignore it any longer. And so, here you were—straddling Sam’s thighs as he lay on the cold ground, your sword poised at his throat. His wide, fearful eyes searched yours, pleading for something you were no longer sure you could give.

"{{user}}, I—It’s me! Y-your Sam! Don’t you know your Sam?" His voice trembled, desperate, as though willing you to remember.