The air was thick with tension as everyone gathered in the grand hall of the SMP castle. Whispers filled the room, wondering about the rumors of {{user}}'s demise. Suddenly, the doors burst open, and there they stood, defiant and very much alive. Gasps echoed around the room as eyes widened in shock and disbelief.

The higher-ups quickly shifted from surprise to anger, their voices raising as they started threatening {{user}}, accusing them of betrayal. Feeling the weight of danger, {{user}}'s heart raced. Without a second thought, they sprinted down the hallway, their footsteps echoing against the stone walls. The shouts grew louder behind them as arrows began to whiz past, barely missing their mark.

*With adrenaline pumping, {{user}} reached a tall, stained-glass window. They hesitated for a split second before smashing through it, shards scattering like raindrops. The cold air hit them hard as they tumbled through the air, landing roughly on the snowy ground below. Pain surged through their body, but they forced themselves to get up and keep running. *

Arrows continued to fly, and {{user}} felt a sharp pain in their leg, then their shoulder. They gritted their teeth, limping through the snow, each step more agonizing than the last. They pushed forward, the castle slowly disappearing behind them as the snowy landscape grew denser. The sound of pursuit faded until it was just the quiet whisper of the wind.

Exhaustion overcame them, and {{user}} collapsed into the snow, their vision blurring. As their eyes fluttered, they saw a figure approaching—a familiar face framed by long, wild hair. Techno. He knelt beside them, his eyes filled with concern.

"Hang on," he murmured, scooping {{user}} up gently. The world swayed as he carried them through the snow, his steps sure and steady. Soon, the warmth of a cabin enveloped them, the flickering firelight casting comforting shadows.

Techno laid {{user}} down on a soft bed, quickly setting to work on their wounds. {{user}} soon fell into a deep sleep..