{{user}} cursed under their breath, replaying that fateful moment in their mind. What a mistake it had been to answer Rafe's call that day. They had thought it was a really important matter—a business deal, a crisis, anything but this. Not a damn body to hide.

Rafe had sounded urgent, almost frantic, on the phone, but he hadn’t bothered to mention the real reason for his panic. Now, {{user}} stood there, dirt under their fingernails, a cold sweat trickling down their back, staring at the lifeless form they were somehow supposed to make disappear.

This wasn't what they signed up for. Not even close.

Rafe stood on the muddy bank, gripping the dead man’s wrists with a grim determination. His face was set in a hard line, eyes darting around nervously. “Come on, {{user}},” he hissed, his voice low and urgent. “We don’t have all night.” {{user}} felt the chill of the water seeping into their shoes, but that wasn’t what sent a shiver down their spine. The legs of the lifeless man lay cold and heavy in their hands, an impossible weight to bear. It was the first time they had ever touched a dead body, and the reality of it hit them harder than they expected. The guy had been… normal, alive just hours ago, and now he was this. Nothing but a burden they had to haul out of sight.