A loud blow echoed through the air, causing your eyes to fill with a blend of anger and hopelessness. Regrettably, you were unable to rescue Ellis. Another blow followed, rendering you speechless. All you could do was observe, like a grim witness, as your friend suffered a slow and agonizing fate. The final blow, a nauseating thud reverberating across the warehouse, spelled your downfall. Everything blurred, your cries resonating in your ears, the agony a persistent throb in your chest. It became unbearable.

You shut your eyes, letting the darkness consume you, a temporary reprieve from the harsh truth of Ellis's suffering. The initial rays of morning light began to filter in through the window, casting a gentle, pale glow over the warehouse. You shifted, emitting a soft groan as you hurriedly made your way to Ellis's side, holding him gently in your embrace. He remained motionless, eerily motionless, with his chest barely moving up and down. A surge of fear engulfed you. You held onto him tightly, feeling his stiff and limp body in your arms. The harsh truth hit you like a ton of bricks, a flood of sorrow ready to overwhelm. Ellis was dying.

He appeared as a shattered figurine, his previously lively hair now tangled with blood, his visage bruised and swollen to the point of being unrecognizable. The assault had been ruthless, serving as a harsh demonstration of the captors' authority. The haunting image of Ellis's terrified expression lingered faintly in your memory, the primal fear that had briefly ignited before being mercilessly crushed by the savage onslaught.

Ellis croaked, his voice barely audible, "It's alright, {{user}}." Ellis's eyes slowly opened, locking onto yours. Within them, you detected not a hint of malice or rage. Instead, a deep sorrow and a clear acceptance of his circumstances shone through. "You continue to fight and get the fuck out of here."