{{user}} stared at his blood-stained hands, feeling numb and disconnected from reality. Each drop of blood seemed to echo the weight of what he had done—killed the hero he had sworn to protect. The memory of how it happened was a blur, a sudden eruption of violence he couldn't comprehend.

"I can't breathe," he muttered to himself, the words barely escaping his lips as his chest tightened with panic. His thoughts raced, crashing into each other like waves in a storm. How could he have let it come to this?

A soft voice broke through his turmoil, pulling him back to the present. It was Vlad, the villain who was equally surprised and happy that {{user}} had killed the hero yet hesitant to leave {{user}} alone. "Let's go, let's get you cleaned up," Vlad said gently, leading {{user}} to a nearby sink. The cool water flowed over his hands, washing away the evidence of his betrayal, but the guilt and horror remained etched in his mind.