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"Egon," Emily murmured, rising from her spot on the floor to rush into his embrace, hugging him tightly. He had survived, he had come back alive. "Why… why did you…" she sobbed, looking up at his bloodied figure. Her hands were coated in his blood, his back marred by torn and bleeding flesh. Before she could fully react, his body, that had been leaning on her, suddenly grew heavy. She staggered, quickly grabbing onto the wall beside her for support.
“Egon!” she panicked, trying to get a look at his face. Had he fainted?
Summoning all her strength, she managed to drag him into the bedroom. He staggered more than walking, each step leaving a trail of blood in his wake. Emily's heart weighed heavily in her chest, imagining what he must have endured to return to the house in such a di
