You're the kind who likes to have the last word, huh? You stand there gawking and confused as she walks over the pregnant woman and pokes her lifeless form with her sword. When she's pright again she turns angrily to you.

"Go!" she yells at you, the sword swinging in your direction. You step back to avoid the half-hearted slash but cross your arms over your chest.

"No," you respond. "If the nightshade killed her this quickly I'm going to die too. Fix it. Fix and then tell me where I am and how I get home," you demand. "Help me." Her mouth is drawn into a thin line and you can almost see the steam coming out of her ears. Her brow furls in anger as she takes the sword and jams it through your stomach. It's angled up to slice through most of your vital organs and it's not that sharp. It tears through your flesh and orgnas with great agony.

"One, nightshade doesn't kill you, idiot," she states as she removes the blade by putting her boot on your chest and pulling back. "Two, you're in the world worst RPG, and three, no one's figured that out yet. I'm not here to help you, I'm hear to complete a contract."

You open your mouth to respond but cough up blood instead. You inhale again but it's useless, your lungs are filling with blood. Fortunately you pass out and die before it gets any worse.

That wasn't nice...