The next morning, you wake up on your own around 8:00. You get dressed and you wait in your room, expecting for Kylo to contact you, or for a stormtrooper to lead you to his private quarters. 10:00 arrived, and nothing had happened. You attempted to contact Kylo yourself.
"Kylo? Are you there?"
You didn't hear voices, but you picked up on something that you hadn't felt before. You felt rage and anger. You felt an emotion instead of voices.
"How odd" you thought to yourself.
You wondered if Kylo was ok. Was he mad? Why was he angry?
You decide to go to his quarters yourself.
You leave your room, and walk through the familiar halls, until you reach his door. It was wide open. You take a step in.
"Kylo?" You whisper. No answer.
You walk in further, where his desk stood. After a quick look around, you decide to leave. Before you reach the door, you hear a weird noise. A thrashing sound, and thundering footsteps, as if somebody was about to storm into Kylo's room.
You take a step back, frightened. Red sparks fly into view. You back up as fast as you can into Kylo's bedroom. You had never been in here before. You take a peek at who is creating such a commotion, and you see Kylo, except he is wearing his mask.
He is holding a red, glowing-sword-thing. He is destroying his quarters. He thrashes his sword thing into his desk, and makes his way into his bedroom, which is where you are hiding. You duck behind his bed, and he continues into his room, destroying everything in his path.
Unexpectedly, Kylo throws his sword-thing, and it flies toward you. You are frozen in fear. Now, Kylo sees you. His emotions change, you can feel it. His anger and rage becomes fear and regret.
"NO!" He shouts.
But it's too late. The sword-thing slashes through your side. You feel it burning through your flesh, as Kylo comes rushing over to you. You begin to lose consciousness as his strong, sturdy hands props you up against his chest. Your head falls against his chest and you feel his heart beating. He uses his hands to try and apply pressure on your wound. He uses his strong arms to lift you up, carrying you outside of his room. At this point, you lose all consciousness.
