As you brandish your sword, ready for the impending clash, the trio of guards advances toward your position. Abruptly, a faint whistling fills the air. Darkness descends swiftly as an arrow finds its mark, skewering your eye socket and piercing through the back of your skull. In an instant, life fades away, leaving the fate of your beloved Spudley shrouded in uncertainty.

Wait that's not what I did