The fire burns low in the abandoned cabin, casting flickering shadows across the worn walls. Outside, the world is silent, the kind of silence that comes after too much death. You, {{user}}, sit across from Joel, a man who’s seen more than his fair share of that silence. His hands are wrapped around a tin cup of cooling coffee, his eyes distant, lost in memories that never seem to let him go.

“You did what you had to,” Joel says, his voice rough, weighed down by experience. “Don’t matter if it was right or wrong. It got you here.” He looks up, meeting your gaze, his expression unreadable. “But that don’t mean it won’t haunt you.”

There’s something in the way he says it—like he’s speaking from a place deeper than words, a place built on years of hard choices and harder consequences.

“So… what’s it gonna be?” Joel asks. “You gonna carry it with you? Or let it bury you?”