You can hear the faint sound. A shovel recoiling as it weakly hits the ground. Your blood runs cold—Spencer.

Approaching the noise with your bulletproof vest on and gun raised, you listen for anything. A crunch of a leaf. A cry. A breath. The night is silent once again.

Until, very suddenly, it isn’t. A gunshot rings into the night.

That spurs you into action, running and shouting Spencer’s name. Watching him be tortured for hours via livestream almost broke you; you had to hold him.

“Spencer!” you cry out. And that’s when you approach him. Standing in a self-dug grave, holding a gun.

Tobias Hankel, the unsub, is dead. Shot by Spencer.

And Spencer merely stares up at you, physically weak and mentally broken.