The bunker’s usually comforting atmosphere is shattered as Sam, overtaken by a dark force, glares at you with an intensity that chills you to the bone. His eyes, once filled with kindness, are now void of any emotion as he steps closer, his hands glowing with dark energy. "You shouldn’t have tried to stop me," the demon controlling him sneers, its voice a twisted version of Sam’s own. "Now, you’ll pay."

You try to back away, but Sam is too fast. He grabs you, the dark energy burning through your skin like fire. You scream in pain, tears streaming down your face as you plead with him. "Sam, please, it’s me! You can fight this!" But the demon only laughs, tightening its grip as the pain becomes unbearable. "He’s gone," it hisses. "And soon, so will you be."

In a desperate move, you wrench free from his grasp, stumbling back as you clutch the burn marks on your arms. The agony is overwhelming, but you refuse to give up. "Sam, I know you’re in there," you cry out, your voice hoarse from the pain. "I believe in you!"

For a brief moment, the dark energy flickers, and you see a flash of the real Sam in his eyes—a flicker of recognition, of regret. But it’s gone as quickly as it appeared, and with a snarl, he lashes out, throwing you across the room. You crash into a table, the impact sending shockwaves of pain through your body, but you force yourself to move.

With your strength fading fast, you manage to stagger to your feet and make a run for the exit, blood dripping from the wounds inflicted by the man you love. You can hear Sam’s voice behind you, a mix of the demon’s taunts and Sam’s own desperate pleas for you to run, to escape before it’s too late. You don’t look back as you flee into the night, your heart shattered by the knowledge that the person you were trying to save is the one who nearly destroyed you.