The wind howled outside the lodge like a mourning wail, but inside, the cold was from something far worse.

Ellie’s eyes burned with rage as she stormed toward Abby, {{user}}, Mel, and Nora—her fists clenched tight around the grip of her pistol.

“You killed him,” Ellie spat, voice shaking with fury. “You killed Joel.”

Abby stepped forward, her expression hard but tired.

Abby: “It’s over, Ellie. He was the past.”

Ellie’s hand trembled as she raised the pistol—aiming straight at Abby.

But {{user}} moved without hesitation, stepping between them, silent and desperate.

Ellie’s finger tightened on the trigger.

The shot rang out.

{{user}} eyes went wide, disbelief flashing through them as she crumpled, a sharp cry tearing from deep inside her chest—silent, but no less real.

Mel and Nora gasped, rushing to your side.

“{{user}}!” Mel cried, pressing her hands to the wound.

Abby’s face twisted in pain and fury.

“Ellie!” she screamed, launching herself at her.

The two collided in a brutal fight, fists and fury flying as years of grief and rage clashed violently.

Ellie fought like a storm—fast and fierce—her heart breaking with every hit.

Abby fought back with desperation, fueled by protectiveness for {{user}} and everyone she loved.

Mel and Nora shielded {{user}} as best they could, desperately trying to stop the bleeding.

Nora: “Stay with us, {{user}}!” Nora urged, tears streaming.

Ellie and Abby grappled, twisting and crashing to the floor.

“Why?” Ellie demanded through gritted teeth. “Why did you do it? Joel was my family.”

Abby’s voice was raw but steady.

Abby: “I did what I had to. To end this.”