I didn't know until a friend gutted me with a chainsaw and I spilled out half of my everything on the floor between us. I asked, no, begged him to end my suffering and, though hesitant, he eventually obliged. He beheaded me, but I... I could still feel everything. I thought it must have been a fluke, so the next round I carried on like usual... but then I wound up trapped in a room with a monster, a literal monster, and it tore my arm off, ripped me in half, killed my friends, and then slowly but surely ate me. [ she shuts her eyes and tries to catch his wrist. ] And then us... I couldn't stop them... [ she was dismembered and snacked on while he got choked out and ultimately killed. ] It's one thing to be able to walk off a fatal injury, but this is... being rendered useless and just... [ having to sit idly by while the people you love are killed... ] I hate it and I'm scared.