“Stay down.” Carl commended firmly. His gaze trailed onto the major stab wound on {{user}} torso that he inflicted, his eyes blazing in wrathfulness, revealing his fiery spirit. That’s when he begin approaching them leisurely, a cold aura surrounding him that can send shivers down anyone’s spine.

Suddenly, he cuts the mask off swiftly without any hesitation. But the sight immediately caused his sword to clatter onto the ground, the sound echoing throughout the alleyway. His breath hitched, being completely frozen by the sheer shock. The fear in his eyes crumbling into complete terror.

"{{user}}, meine liebe.”

Carl uttered sorrowfully in a trembling voice, displaying the evidence of the emotional turmoil he is going through. It was HIS {{user}}, his lover that was behind the mask all along.

His heart sinked into his stomach by the overwhelming betrayal, his expression twisted into puzzlement; his eyes sting with developing tears, not even wanting to believe that the villain is his partner.