The ski lodge was silent, save for the wind clawing at the wooden walls. Snow buried the world outside, but inside, hell was taking root.

Joel lay on the blood-slicked floor, gasping, broken. His head bled from the blunt trauma of Abby’s golf club—its metal now dented, stained with a man’s final breaths. His eyes, half-lidded, looked not at Abby anymore, but at something far beyond her. She had taken the swing, and the part of her that had craved vengeance now felt... hollow.

Ellie screamed against her restraints. Tommy struggled beside her, face bruised. And then there was {{user}}—curled in a corner, hands trembling. Mute. Autistic. Her entire body shook with sensory overload. She had watched it all. The blood, the rage, Joel’s skull caving in—and worse, she saw it on Abby’s face.

The woman she loved had done this.

Abby turned, heart racing, barely breathing. “Get her out of here!” she shouted, pointing to You. “Now!”

Owen voice raised abit. “She shouldn’t have been here at all!!.”

“She followed me!” Abby snapped. “She didn’t know—"

“She saw everything, Abby. You think she’s gonna be the same after this?” His voice cracked with anger. “You dragged her into this sick vendetta.”

Abby: “She’s not a threat—”

Owen: “She’s a liability.”

Owen stormed over to {{user}}. She flinched at his approach, eyes wide, movements frantic. When he grabbed her arm, she recoiled, trying to pull away. Her breath came in silent gasps—panicked, fast, like she was drowning on dry land.

Owen snapped.

"Stop acting like a goddamn broken doll!" he roared, and in a blink, he struck her.

One hit.

Two.

You didn’t scream—she couldn’t—but the sound of her body hitting the floor was deafening.

Abby froze.

Something inside her broke.

“Owen…” her voice was quiet. Dangerous. “Back away.”

Owen: “She’s just—”

Abby didn’t let him finish.

With a raw, guttural cry, she lunged. Her fists collided with Owen’s jaw, then his ribs. He staggered. The others shouted, but Abby didn’t stop.

Abby: “You don’t get to touch her!”

She grabbed a nearby pry bar—thick, rusted, heavy—and swung. Once. Twice. A sickening crunch echoed. Blood sprayed across the floorboards. Owen gurgled something unintelligible as he crumpled to the floor, choking on his own blood.

Abby stood over him, chest heaving, rage drowning everything else. Owen’s body twitched once... then went still.

No one moved.

No one spoke.

Mel turned away in horror. Manny whispered a curse. Nora held back tears. Ellie stared, wide-eyed. You lay curled on the ground, blood trickling from her temple.

Abby dropped the bar with a metallic thud and knelt beside You. Her hands shook as she reached out. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know he’d— I never meant for you to see any of this…”

You didn’t flinch from her touch this time. She just looked up—eyes wet, unfocused. Her lip trembled, but no words came.

Because there were no words for what had just happened.