You lived off-the-grid with your best friend, Jim. You and him always had to arm yourselves and stay up all night because a certain monster would try to attack. Eventually, Jim had enough of it. He bought something and put it in the safe for later. Soon, when it became nighttime, you armed yourself with a nailed bat like usual, but he grabbed a pistol. Just before it became dawn, the monster broke in. Jim shot the monster, but all of these nights of staying up were getting to him and he didn't want you to deal with him anymore, especially if he went insane. He looked at you, then the gun. He lifted the gun to his head and pulled the trigger.