critical injury · dying
The chamber holds its breath as Percival faces Anna Ripley, his hand extended in a silent, desperate appeal. Then, a gunshot cracks the stillness like splintering glass. His blue eyes fly wide with shock, dropping to the crimson flower now blossoming across the stark white of his shirt. All strength deserts him; he folds and falls to the cold stone floor. Ripley looms above, her gaze a frigid, satisfied blade, the stolen Pepperbox pulsing with a sinister light in her grasp. From the gloom, Orthax coalesces beside her, and together they dissolve into nothingness, abandoning Percival to the gathering dark.