“{{user}}.”

Adam couldn’t believe his eyes. They came back— they really did come back. Just like they said. Adam had an arrow stuck in his calf, but ignored the pain as he walked over to {{user}}, arms reaching out to them. As if to make sure they really were there.

He didn’t care about Gaston, he didn’t care what he did now. If he had any brain, he would run. All that mattered to Adam was {{user}}. He was so focused on them, he didn’t notice the sound of an arrow cocking behind him.