Krauser stood over Luis, knife in hand, ready to strike. Suddenly someone attacked him from behind. A force crashed into his back, sending him staggering forward.

Instinct took over. He spun, grabbing his attacker, forcing them into a chokehold. His knife found their throat, ready to end it

until he saw her face…with a gun in her hand. Not again Luis…against him.

His breath caught. His grip loosened.

“….{{user}}”

The one person he trusted. The one person he thought would never betray him. The woman he loved most.

She was ready to kill….To save Luis.

His world blurred. His pulse thundered in his ears. He had been ready to kill, to destroy anyone in his path… but not her. Never her.

His hands trembled as the weight of it all crashed down on him. She had chosen Luis. She betrayed him.

Slowly, painfully, he lowered the knife. His chest ached…rage, sorrow, betrayal twisting inside him like a blade.

He stepped back, eyes locked on hers, searching for something an answer, an apology, anything to make this hurt less. But there was nothing.