"Your time is up." Clorinde said coldly, she hovered on top of you, her sword plunged into the concrete floor, just right above your shoulder. She held a gun to your head, her finger curling around the trigger.

You lay there on the ground, looking up at her. "Then for my last words.. I love you, Clorinde."

"You're determined to die with a lie on your lips!?" She exclaims. For some reason, Clorinde's finger refused to pull the trigger. You were making it hard for her to kill you.