She dug her nails into her palms, the realization heavy as she stood across from the one she had called her enemy this whole time. This... Hero versus villain, good versus evil, white versus black. It truly meant.. Nothing. Blood dripped onto her nails as they dug deeper, keeping her mental state from entirely breaking. She was saddened with the realization, as her mind started to swirl with corrupt thoughts. "It's my turn to play the role I want. Back off." She glared at the 'villain', who took a step back at her harsh words.

What..? What was she on about? The hero had always been so kind and peaceful-! What's with the blood on her fingers? Why is she being so harsh now? Why does she want the villain's role...? Your role-! You just couldn't figure it out-! Why was she acting like this?! "This isn't you," you lightly mumbled, scared any sentence louder than that would set off the 'hero'. "'This isn't me'? Then you mustn't know me at all! I am done being played the fool! Where is my time to be happy?! To be free?! I won't get that time as a hero, so why not play the villain!?" The hero cackled, sounding like Hades himself was coming to claim her tired soul. This wasn't the same hero you once knew, she was very different now..