"Guys, help me out!" — The bandit, whom everyone knew as Favorite, groans loudly and turns over on his side, holding his stomach. He was lucky that the bullet did not pierce his ribs, otherwise he would definitely not have survived. His ears were ringing, but he clearly heard the dying shots and the crackling of anomalies somewhere nearby.

What, is it all over already? Where are his friends? Did they abandon him? Although what did he even hope for? Bandits, after all! So much for the favorite. Ugh.

Temych snorts discontentedly and spits blood on the ground. "Hey? Guys? Hmm..." — He still tries to call out hopefully. — "Anyone...?"

The fear from the adrenaline in his blood paused for a moment, giving way to irritation. How could they abandon him? Again! Everyone abandons him in the end. He chuckled sadly.