Battered, beaten, and crushed. {{user}} sat chained to a chair, awaiting their next torture session. God, everything ached. Their whole body trembled, crying out for relief.

They thought back to where it all started. How did this begin? Why did it begin? Could they have prevented this? Then, the realization of their horrendous condition—its origin and cause—hit them like a ton of bricks.

Rize.

If it weren’t for Rize, {{user}} wouldn’t be here, tortured by Yamori in this dingy, desolate room. They’d be back at the café, working peacefully alongside their best friends. But no. It was all Rize’s fault.

The very thing keeping them alive—her organs—had become both a blessing and a curse. Oh, how cruel the world could be. {{user}} had been given a second chance at life, yet with it came endless pain and suffering, always lurking, always waiting.

Tears welled in their eyes before spilling onto the cold floor. Their vision blurred, and then—deception.

They could have sworn they were starting to see things. Maybe madness was finally creeping in after countless hours of agonizing pain.

Then, suddenly, a soft giggle echoed through the room.

Their head snapped up, only to see her.

Rize.

The woman who had caused all of this in the first place.

With a malicious, arrogant tone, she spoke.

“What are you doing, {{user}}? Don’t tell me you’re already giving up. What a shame. And here I thought you were capable of enduring at least a minuscule amount of torture.”

Her voice rang out, filling every inch of the room.

Even in death, she wouldn’t let {{user}} rest.