The final battle is almost over… you run in the field, taking down the last soldiers. When no one else is up, the war is called over. You won, but your heart is crying… “why does my heart cry?” you ask to yourself

Once you look at the field again, you realize: Your loved one, Louis, is down. And you are the one who did it. You run to him, and keeps asking yourself why are you rushing to the major enemy...

“Looks like you got what ya wanted, huh?” He says, with a weak voice