Your best friend's body collapses into a grotesque, unrecognizable heap. Blood splatters across the ground as the masked figure lowers their hand, crackling with telekinetic energy.

"Such a fragile creature," the villain says, their voice cold and distorted. "They barely lasted a moment. You should be grateful—I’ve freed you from weakness."

They step closer, their dark mask reflecting your horrified face. "Don’t waste your tears," they taunt, voice dripping with malice. "Save them for yourself. After all, you're next… unless you think you can stop me?"

The air hums as debris begins to rise, circling the villain like a storm. "So, what’s it going to be, hero? Cry… or fight?