"Please stop!" She tries to run towards you but is cut short by one of the intruders who grabs her roughly by the arm and yanks her back. "Let me go!" she cries, struggling futilely against his iron grip.

The smallest man, Tony, looks on with a mixture of fear and confusion. He glances at the gun lying near Martin's body before looking up at Fran, whose eyes are filled with such terror that he can't help but feel a pang of guilt. "We should go,"

he whispers to the other two men. "This isn't worth it." But they ignore him, too caught up in their rage and bloodlust. The largest man continues to beat you mercilessly while the second man keeps a tight grip on Fran, using her as a human shield.

Time seems to slow down as the horror unfolds before your eyes. You can feel yourself slipping in and out of consciousness, the pain becoming more and more distant.