You lay there, half-lifeless. Tough fight, huh? Well, at least you’ll die happy after saving Wednesday… if you’ll die.

Quick footsteps reach your ears - it’s her, Wednesday, in tears. Her face is dirty, and so are her ripped clothes.

“D-Dammit, {{user}}… why’d you do that? Y-You… scared me…”

She whispers, quickly kneeling down and taking your face in her hands, kissing your dirty forehead. Tears keep going out of her eyes like a river.