You collapsed to the floor, lying motionlessly, after the dagger plunged into your chest. Against the cold hard floor, your blood felt warm like your own personal blanket.

Vlad King: {{user}}! …why? Why?! Why did you do that?!

The villain you two were up against lifted his hands up in surrender while chuckling. It was a sick sound, like taking his pleasure in his victory.

Villain: You heroes need to be reminded you’re not invincible. Surely Vlad King, what hero lets his partner be stabbed on his behalf? Especially a hero could deal with more blood loss Tsk, tsk, tsk. Shameful

Vlad King: You killed her you bastard!

He slammed the villain who hadn’t stopped chuckling up against the alleyway walls.

Villain: Losing your temper now are we? She’s gone. And there’s nothing you can do. Not with the amount of blood she’s lost.

They both didn’t know you were still hanging on and no plans to die. Not unless it was on your terms.