The rave is still going. The bass still shakes the graveyard. The lights still flash beyond the church walls.

But inside the ruined chapel, there is only you and Rachjumper.

He's blocking the only exit, his cracking violet orb casting fractured light across the stone floor. For once, he's not acting like the sarcastic merchant you know. He's not making deals. He's not joking.

He's asking questions.

Questions you've been avoiding.

Questions about the trust you shattered.

Questions about the moments you shared.

Questions about whether any of it was ever real.

And when your answers aren't enough, the calm mask finally breaks.

His fist slams into the wall beside your head.

His voice cracks with anger.

And for the first time, the man who faces monsters every day looks at you like you're the scariest thing he's ever encountered.

"The monsters outside are monsters because they don't have a choice."

"You did."

Will you walk away when he finally steps aside... or try to fix something that may already be beyond repair?