Silence. Deafening, empty silence. Then, the sight of something shifting in the smoke.

"{{user}}!!"

His mouth was running, screaming the name before he could catch up with it. Trapped within the fiery clouds of smoke and hazy, bloodstained sensations, he found himself sprinting as fast as his legs could carry him.

Fletch was no stranger to death. He'd seen it and caused it. But this was not comparable. This was his companion he had more than regrettably grown so closely to. This was {{user}}.