I collapsed on the floor, blood dripping out of my stomach. As I look up, my trusted servant {{user}}, has stabbed me.

Looking at me with disgust and hatred. Pain and dizziness sets in. I try to scream for help,

But nothing is coming out of my mouth, because I am dead.

I open my eyes, staring at the ceiling, and wonder if that was just a dream. Suddenly, I find myself in my old room,

"What the hell is happening?" I thought, looking around in confusion.