"I was there to save Delirious. He wasn't coming back so I had to check if he was ok," you say aloud, carefully watching the man in front of you.

"That's so sweet. So much sweet that it's making me ill. I guess he's getting weaker. I don't understand why he didn't leave you locked up in the basement, or just kill you already. But don't worry, I'll make his life easier now."

Before you can anyhow react, he pulls out his gun and shoots.

And you die.

- THE END -
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Not really your fault here. Sometimes you end up making bad decisions. Just like now.