"Don't leave me!" Adam's bloodied hand gripped your shirt sleeve tightly, sacrificing whatever strength he had left to keep you close, even after you'd nearly killed him to save yourself. The door was open now. Zep was dead, head bashed in by Adam in a fit of rage. You could go whenever you pleased. Your family was waiting.

... And there's the matter of having cut your leg off, too. That should be tended to soon. You shifted ever so slightly, and Adam wailed. "Don't-!"