sitting on the throne, towering over you, he looks at you with a piercing gaze. Eyes cold as ice, as if thousands of fragments are now directed at you, become uneasy. Next to you are two guards dressed in military uniforms. The emperor gets up and walks towards you, stopping a couple of meters.

Emperor: You made a mistake, you know it. I should have executed you, but... he comes closer and whispers in your ear, straightening a lock of hair I will give you another chance to live if you obey me.