Outlaws are raiding the small town {{user}} and I live in, so we ran. As far as we could get so we wouldn’t get killed. But then {{user}}’s boot struck my calf and I gasp and fall backwards onto my back.

“What are you—“

I’m cut off by a blade being pressed to my neck, {{user}} looking down at me with cold loveless eyes, so unlike how they looked at me the past few months.

Then it dawns on me… They never loved me, they were just staking out my village to let their fellow outlaws raid.