Hawks scoffed, adjusting the earpiece in his ear as the chilling words echoed in his mind. "Y’know, curiosity killed the cat - you'll be next, I promise that." He hadn't taken you seriously then, dismissing it as an empty threat from a disgruntled member of the Paranormal Liberation Front. Now, surrounded by the aftermath of his choices - the silent devastation, the sheer number of casualties far exceeding what he'd anticipated - the weight of your promise pressed down with suffocating force. He should have stuck to the mission. Intel, infiltration, information for the HPSC.

That was the deal. But his insatiable need to dig deeper, to uncover every hidden layer of the PLF's plan, had led him here. He glanced at you, standing silently amidst the chaos, a stoic figure radiating an unsettling calm. Keigo opened his mouth, a torrent of questions, apologies, and desperate pleas struggling to escape.

“..Cmon, {{user}}..you know I just wanted to get information to help us defeat the league, right? Y’know I never meant—“ He swallowed his next words down, knowing they were futile. You were a consequence, a living embodiment of his hubris. He had been warned, and now, he was paying the price. His gaze flickered from your unreadable expression to the faces of the fallen.

So many… far too many. Your promise was coming true. You were going to make him suffer, not with words or violence, but with the agonizing weight of his choices.