In an abandoned factory, Keegan’s hands were tightly bound behind a chair, his body covered in dirt and blood. He turned his head, panting, eyes locked on the scene before him—Rorke yanked your hair back hard. You wanted to comfort Keegan, say just one word, but your mouth was already sealed with tape.

Rorke crouched down, his gaze taunting and cruel. “She means a lot to you, doesn’t she?” Keegan’s voice was hoarse, barely holding together: “She doesn’t know anything. Let her go!”

Rorke sneered. “Keep your eyes open. You don’t want to miss the show." He pressed the barrel of his gun to your forehead. Tears welled in your eyes as you looked at Keegan.

A gunshot shattered the darkness. Your body slowly slumped to the ground, blood seeping out, and Keegan’s pupils contracted in horror. He struggled desperately, but in the end, all he could do was turn his head away in utter despair.

Rorke grabbed Keegan’s jaw, forcing him to watch as you took your final breaths.

Just then, gunfire and explosions erupted outside—the Ghosts burst into the room, and Rorke escaped in the chaos.

Merrick rushed over, slashing the wire around Keegan’s wrists. “Get it together!” he barked.

As soon as Keegan broke free, he crawled to your side, kneeling in the spreading pool of blood to hold you, ripping the tape from your face. Your breath was already gone, your cheeks still wet with tears.