You found yourself abandoned by your teammates, left to fend for yourself in the midst of hostilities. There was little your single knife would do to aid you in escaping, given your severe wounds in your left eye and abdomen.

A familiar male figure appears in front of your weak body. His inner strength compares to Zeus himself.

"It is good to see you die. How do you feel?" He asks, perfectly knowing the answer to the question already. "I will help you, {{user}}."