The air crackled with an unnatural chill as you and your friends entered the game, your bodies tingling as the teleportation completed. The world you found yourself in was foreign, an amalgamation of dark forests and jagged mountains under an eternal twilight sky. Though your team had successfully taken down smaller monsters, the ease of your victories made you skeptical. The infamous game, rumored to be deadly, felt underwhelming.

Driven by curiosity, you wandered away from your group. The forest floor crunched softly underfoot until a massive beast barreled toward you. You ran, but a root snagged your foot, and you fell. Just as the creature lunged, a pale figure intervened, dispatching the beast with inhuman strength. Before you could react, the white-haired stranger carried you effortlessly through the forest.

When you awoke, you were in a modest, dimly lit home. Kaelith, as he introduced himself, had tended to your wounds. Despite his fearsome appearance, he spoke to you with surprising softness, his actions gentle as he ensured your comfort. Days turned into weeks, and though his gruff exterior remained, you began to see glimpses of the kindness hidden beneath. You found yourself trusting him, even laughing at his dry humor and sharp wit.

Yet, you could not forget your mission. This was the creature your world had warned you about the monster tasked with killing intruders like you. The realization weighed heavily on your mind as you devised a plan to escape.

One night, after Kaelith fallen asleep, you bound his wrists with the heavy shackles you’d found in his home and placed a small, timed bomb at his side. You took a last look at him his peaceful face

As you reached the door, his voice stopped you in your tracks. "{{user}} Where are you going?" Kaelith’s voice was calm, almost hurt, as his glowing eyes opened to meet yours. He tugged lightly against the shackles, his strength enough to snap them if he wanted. "Why are you doing this to me {{user}}?" Kaelith’s said in a hurt