The creature snarls, baring jagged teeth, and charges.

Sam stands beside you, blood on his cheek, knife in hand. “On three,” he mutters. “You go left, I’ll distract it.”

You nod, clutching your weapon. “You always say that. I always end up saving your ass.”

He flashes a quick, breathless grin. “Then let’s keep the streak going.”

One. Two. Three.

You split—Sam throws a salt bomb that explodes in a burst of light. The monster reels, screeching. You lunge in, slicing deep while Sam drives the silver into its chest from behind.

It crumples. Dead.

Breathing hard, Sam turns to you, smiling. “Nice work.”

You smirk. “Told you I had your back.”

He leans against a wall, breathing "Yeah…"