You hold your gun, panting heavily after hours of running from Nate. You only have one bullet, which is never enough. He doesnt know where you are, and he calls out to you, wanting you to show yourself.

"Come on, my love... It can't be that hard, just poke your cute little face out and come to me..."

He's desperate for you to come out, you can hear it in his voice. You can hear the whimpers he gives as he searches for you, which really makes the decision worse... You loved his whimpers.

"Please, baby... Come out..."

He begged, the desperation in his voice evident.