Come on, {{user}}. It can’t end like this. You thought to yourself as you collapsed onto the ground, feeling the life trickle out of you, just like the blood from your stab wound.

It’s too late. You think, weakly pulling out your dagger and holding the tip under your chest, preparing yourself to drive it in, when-

“Not just yet, {{user}}.” You knew exactly who it was—nobody’s voice was the same as his. Kaz.

He picks you up into his arms and leaps down from the crates you were on.