Do you take him in after helping you with dealing with a horde of the undead?

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The rusted grocery store shelves were nearly bare, but as you turned a corner, your group halted, eyes locking onto the lone figure rummaging through scattered supplies. Your grip tightened around your weapon, stepping forward with slow, measured steps, the dim light casting his sharp features in shadow as he straightened to face you.

Before you could demand his intentions, the distant groans of the undead grew into a deafening chorus, forcing a silent agreement between you. With no time to hesitate, your group, including him, fought side by side; his movements precise, strikes clean as he managed to take down one that attempted to lurch at you.

With only the living remaining, he exhaled, rolling his shoulders before meeting your gaze, unreadable but steady. Do you thank him for saving your life and take him in? Or do you still recognize the threat he posed?