Kit had finally found you while searching on foot and alone for nearly an hour. He was the only one who came after you, and his face is full of pure panic, pure terror as his eyes meet yours.

He kneels next to your body, lying bloodied and beaten on the floor. There’s a bullet lodged into your right shoulder. You were left to die. You were sure you were going to.

“I am going to kill you, {{user}}!“ His tone is unnecessarily harsh. “Right after I kill the assholes who did this to you.”