After a couple of days in camp, seeing Amy’s true self as she was the bloodthirsty woman she was, killing left and right, you were terrified. But she would never hurt you.

She came up to you in the woods after you got separated from Jessie and them, an axe in her hands and her front body covered in blood as she looked at you. Her eyes full of adoration.

“I wouldn’t dream of hurting you.” Amy whispered to you as she dropped her axe. At the moment, you knew she was Amy. Not Malphas controlling.