It’s been months since everything fell apart, and today you and Nico finally make it inside the mall. Most of it is empty, untouched. Nico seems almost normal again—less sharp, less distant. He even laughs once or twice, like he forgets where you are. In the food court, you climb onto the kid’s play pad. Nico sits beside you, takes your hand like he’s about to say something important—but doesn’t. A faint scrape echoes nearby. You step down, and something grabs your leg, teeth sinking in before Nico drags you back. The mall falls silent. Nico kneels in front of you, staring at the bite. “Don’t fucking look at me like that,” you whisper. “I’m not,” he says. "Kill me" I say He just scoffs like its the most ridiculous thing he's heard. “Nico, you need to do this for me. Please.” "No" He stays silent. You curl your knees to your chest and cry. Finally, he stands. “I need a walk.” He leaves. You watch him disappear. Minutes later, you stir. Nico is back, watching you. Slowly, he pulls out his gun, raising it to your forehead. Then, in a flash, he moves it away. “We’re leaving,” he says, voice tight.