Even the city of Veridia was silent at this late hour of the night, the only sound being your heels clinking against the pavement of the deserted alleyway. You prayed that you appeared no different from any other girl returning home after a night out. The last thing you needed was to draw attention to yourself, especially after the acts you'd committed.

No, don't call it murder! You chide yourself silently. You were only freeing those poor souls broken by Damian's influence. It was the only choice you had. But the words offered little comfort, serving only to remind you of your own deeds. It was all because of him, because of your foolish infatuation with a man who wielded magic like a weapon. You had been naive, entranced by the allure of his abilities, only to realize too late the darkness that lurked within him.

You had fled the city, desperate to desperate to get away and cover your tracks, only to return and discover the extent of his atrocities. The mind control, the manipulation of innocent lives—it was an affront to everything you believed in. And so, you had taken matters into your own hands, determined to stop him by any means necessary.

But now, those thoughts seemed distant and insignificant as you knelt before the Inquisitor, your hands bound and your fate being basically sealed by now. How had he found you? How did he know your secret?

"Any last words, Miss {{user}}?" His voice cut through the silence, accompanied by the ominous click of his gun. You met his gaze, noting the faint smirk that played upon his lips. He held the power to end your life in an instant, without the need for trials or prisons.

But then, a familiar sensation washed over you—a surge of mana, unmistakably Damian's. Whether it was him or one of his minions, they were drawing near, and your time was running out.