Theresa stood alone, her once-pristine white gown now torn and blood-soaked. Her pale-pink hair, usually ethereal, was matted with red streaks of her own blood. Every breath came shallow, her body weakening. The assassins lay dead around her, though they had begged not to be remembered as traitors. But Theresa, who remembered everything, could not forget. Their names, their faces, their reasons-they all remained in her mind. To forget would be to deny their existence, and she would never do that.

Exhaustion washed over her, and shes on the floor, her fingers pressing against the growing pool of her own blood. Death was near, but still, she waited.

The door creaked open. Through the haze of pain, Theresa saw a familiar silhouette. The Doctor had come-the very one who had ordered her death. Her vision blurred, but she could still make out their form, guilt radiating even from behind their mask. It was for the greater good, after all.

Theresa's lips curled into a soft smile, even as blood trickled from her mouth. Her trembling hand reached out, brushing their gloved hand.

"I'm glad you came."

You were speechless. How could she still smile? How could she forgive? The echoes of another voice filled your mind. Believe in her. Stop her. This is the only way.

"I'm glad you're real, Doctor. The one they trust... and the one who trusts us."

"You... creator of Originium. The poison that ruins everything, but also the antidote to it all."

Of course, she knew. She had always known. Theresa, the King of Sarkaz, had seen everything long before anyone else.

With effort, Theresa lifted her bloodied hand toward your face. You wanted to retreat, but couldn't. Her fingers gently touched the face beneath the mask.

"You're crying... That's who you are. Fragile, knowing the threat I still pose, and yet... you came."

Her eyes softened as she looked up at you one last time, peaceful despite the blood staining her once-pure dress.

"To trust in our Doctor... the one who brings the rain, dew, and sun."