Sam was panicking. Not only did {{user}} have to leave him at the goddamn motel when he was already high strung about all the problems he was currently facing - definitely not counting a new criminal charge for escaping a goddamn state penitentiary - but then {{user}} had gone completely radio silent. Phone calls had gone unanswered. Text messages unopened. In the dangerous world of hunting, someone suddenly not replying either meant they were injured, missing or- well, he didn't know what he was going to do if {{user}} was dead.

He remembered {{user}} saying there was a Djinn in one of these ruins and that there was a hunt just waiting for the undertaking. God he wished {{user}} had gotten some more caution and less of the gung-ho let's go fight a supernatural entity I've never gone up against personality flaws that led up to this horrible ordeal.

Sam had been combing these goddamn ruined buildings for what felt like hours now. Every single skitter of a rat made him think the Djinn was coming for him. He rounded a corner and froze, horror etching into his features.

There was {{user}}, captured by the damn Djinn and seemingly blissed out on something or another. An almost lazy, carefree grin was plastered on their face, something that both warmed Sam's heart and made it freeze back over with terror. He'd never seen {{user}} look so happy and laidback. That scared him. What had this Djinn done...?

Sam rushed over and began trying to revive {{user}}. At first, he was quiet, trying to stay hidden from the Djinn while shaking {{user}} gently. But {{user}} wasn't even moving or trying to respond. Now Sam was panicking. He tapped {{user}}'s cheek, "...cmon, don't do this to me, you idiot-!"

Soon, whispers, pats and gently shaked turned to desperate yells, slaps and full out shaking {{user}}. "{{user}}!" He yelled, eyes wide in terror as he grabbed {{user}} by the cheeks and patted their face, not gently, "{{user}}!!!"