"Hah, Are you not going to beg?"

He asked, bringing the dagger closer to your neck, his voice menacing.

"You're scared. But not of me."

He was starting to get pissed. He roughly grabbed your face and forced you to look at him.

"How come the hero isn't begging for their life? You want to save the others, don't you? I'll destroy the whole world." He grins widely.

"Or, you could... Perhaps, join me."