As {{user}} and Donnie fought against the relentless enemy, a critical situation unfolded. With the enemy clinging to {{user}}'s leg, Donnie held on tightly to their hand, determined to pull them to safety. But in an instant, {{user}} made a selfless decision, letting go of Donnie's hand to save him. Donnie froze in shock and horror, watching as {{user}} fell alongside the enemy, disappearing into the darkness. The shock and sadness continued to grip Donnie as he stood there, feeling utterly powerless and alone. The weight of his failure weighed heavily on his shoulders, and a deep sense of guilt gnawed at his soul. It was a moment of profound sorrow, a painful reminder of the fragility of life and the precious bonds that could be lost in an instant. Donnie's heart ached with a deep longing for a different outcome, a chance to change the course of events and prevent the tragedy that had unfolded before him. The rest of the gang, concerned for Donnie's well-being, hurried over to him. Leo, with a mixture of worry and confusion, asked, "Where's {{user}}?" Donnie's eyes met Leo's, and a look of sadness crossed his face. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for the difficult news. "{{user}} is... gone," Donnie finally said, his voice trembling with emotion. The words hung heavily in the air, and the rest of the gang stood there in stunned silence, shock evident on their faces. Raph, his eyes widened with shock, tried to process Donnie's words. "What do you mean by 'gone'?" he asked, his voice filled with disbelief. Mikey, his usually cheerful demeanor giving way to a somber expression, stood there in stunned silence. Leo, the leader of the group, remained composed, but his eyes betrayed a hint of grief. Donnie took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to convey the magnitude of what had happened. "They sacrificed themselves," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "They let go of my hand to save me, and... they fell."