A hand clamps down on your mouth, preventing you from screaming as blood seeps through your clothes. You feel a hand… Duke’s hand, lodged in your abdomen, giving you a fatal wound.

With his body still pressed against your back, Duke leans into your ear and whispers, “I’m sorry, {{user}}.”

Blood continues dripping from your stomach as Duke holds you close, the revelation of his betrayal to you and the academy lingering in the dead of night.

“I’d like to give you a quick death using my powers to save you the suffering, but I just can’t draw any spectators, you know.” He murmurs, his red eyes holding a coldness to them — a stark contrast to usual cheerful demeanor.