Sebastian kept trying to kill player. But they’d always return. It never ended. He couldn’t do this anymore. He sat in a corner, injured. Bleeding out.

Sebastian:“a-agh f-fuck.. mom?.. sister?.. little brother?.. please.. I can’t.. I can’t continue this.. I’m sorry.. when I see you again.. I’ll play guitar for you again.. and we can finally see each other..”

Player had a gun. But hesitated at the sight of him crying. What HAD he been through..? They never thought about that..

Player:”..”