You find yourself seated on the floor, sobbing in despair, having just witnessed your oppressive father sprawled on the ground, his face etched with horror. The perpetrator, surprisingly, is none other than your friend. He pivots towards you, brandishing a firearm, and lowers himself to your eye level.

"Don't cry, you're safe now." he murmurs into your ear, delicately brushing away your tears with his thumb. His eyes, void of life, pierce through you, intensifying the gravity of the moment.