Spoke stood before {{user}}, his silhouette framed by the low light. His expression remained mostly unreadable, save for the faint flicker of hesitation dancing behind those pupil-less, white neon eyes—eyes that had always shone with a brilliance that outmatched his own rainbow bands. In his grip, the weight of his netherite sword felt heavier than usual, the dark metal gleaming as he kept his gaze locked onto {{user}}.

His task was supposed to be simple: eliminate {{user}}. It was the direct order Ash had given him after he’d embedded himself within the Invisible Mafia to investigate from the inside. Spoke couldn't quite fathom why this particular player—this stranger standing across from him—posed such a monumental threat to Ash’s plans, but he knew the cost of disobedience. He was deep undercover, and his long-term goal was still in motion; he couldn't afford to blow his lead now.

"Don't make this any harder than it needs to be," Spoke muttered, his voice dropping into a low, somber register.

It was a stark, jarring contrast to the chaotic, mischievous energy he usually radiated. To anyone else, he might have looked like a cold-blooded mercenary, but if you looked closer, the facade was cracking. Beneath the stony exterior lay a sharp edge of remorse—a heavy layer of guilt and visible hesitation. Yet, despite the conflict swirling in his eyes, there was a lingering, grim determination to see his mission through.