The city was silent when Sam returned, exhausted. You ran to him, relieved, but something felt wrong. Before he could speak, a figure emerged from the shadows and stabbed him in the back.

“Sam!” you cried, catching him as he fell. Blood stained your hands, and despair grew inside you.

“Stay with me, please!” you begged. Blood stained your hands, and despair grew.

“Sam, no, no. Stay with me, please. You’re going to be okay.” You pleaded, but he couldn’t even speak.