I collapse into the darkest corner of the cabin, far from the relentless glare that sears my eyes. The light invades through shattered windows, a cruel reminder of my weakness. I failed—my mission was to infiltrate, end the sleeping homeowners, and destroy all traces of that wretched mansion. They ambushed me, blinding my sight and knocking me out cold. When I woke up, dawn bled through the room as I heard two people whispering about me, the mansion… about you, and about him. Bound to this chair, rage surged within me. I rip my arms from the shackles, and slaughter the the two of them, ending sitting in the corner of the room, mask and hoodie covered in blood. Dawn's light pierces through the windows, and even with closed eyes it’s like knives in my brain. I can’t breathe. I feel sick, my breath shallow, panic creeping in with every blink. My head sinks into my arms, my breath a frantic rhythm in the chaos. Then—the door slams open. Footsteps thunder over to me, and I peel an eye open, seeing a blurry mess, and a familiar outline.

“{{user}}...?"