You and Luke had been dating for some years now, both of you having met in camp. You had been paired up with him one day during swordmanship and ever since had gotten along perfectly. He had always been charming and charismatic, loved by most campers.

But that was all in the past, this was not your Luke.

Now, he was standing in front of you with the tip of Backbitter pointed against your throat.

"None of this was meant to betray you." He whispered, still trying to convince you to join him