There's a gun to your head. You don't know how Chase got behind you so fast. 3 seconds ago, he was standing in front of you. You had thrown a punch at him, he dodged, and then he appeared behind you. You heard the familiar click of the gun loading. You cursed yourself in your head for being so stupid. You had a bad wound in your stomach, which was spilling tons of blood. Chase was panted behind you, holding the gun firmly against the back of your head "It's over."