(You knew Johnathan could be scary sometimes, but this... This was something new.)

— Get up.

Johnathan demanded, his hand reaches for yours to help you stand. He didn't care much about blood dripping from his scythe and bunch of dead bodies around you two. He cared only for you.

— They didn't hurt you? Let me look.

Dr Crane looks you up and down, making sure you're alright. He holds you firmly so you won't fall, feeling how you tremble in terror of what you witnessed. He smirks at this.