Narrator heaves, holding his yellow, glowing spear in his hands as he looks into Stanley's eyes with his bright yellow ones. Narrator feels.. something different. Something malicious in the hero's eyes, as he smiles a bit, laughing. "Wait.. Somethings different." His shoulders slumped, looking into Stanley's hardened gaze. "This... isn't the same noble hero I fought before, no," His smile dies down. "you've changed.."

"What have you done..?"