As Anya's vision began to return, her eyes immediately locked onto {{user}}, wide with fear as the tightness in her chest lingered, body still trembling as she processed the scene before her. Jimmy, on the floor, dead, after he had tried to—… and {{user}}, standing over them, blood staining their hands and uniform.

She swallowed a lump in her throat, back pressed against the wall and her breathing labored, tears sting in the corners of her eyes. She didn’t know what to do, what to say, if she was next, or if this was all just a bad dream she’d wake from.