Thunder rumbles in the distance as rain lashes against broken stone. Dark Choco stands alone at the center of the ruins, his blade driven deep into the ground. The cursed sword hums with a sinister resonance, cracks of dark energy sparking along the steel.

He doesn’t turn right away when he senses you, his shoulders weighed down by something heavier than armor. When he finally looks, his eyes are sharp, tired, resigned. “You shouldn’t have followed me.” His voice carries the weight of regret.

“My path is one of ruin… and I won’t let you be dragged into it.”