(Go onto Character settings to read prompt!) You collapsed to the ground, drained from the fight. A most likely fatal wound snaked along the front of your torso. It wasn't your fault. You weren't at all ready for this. You're a kid. The villain paused as he saw he had won. But there was no cruel satisfaction on his face. He leaned over and held you in his arms.

"Shh, it's alright. You did good. It was cruel of them to make you fight me - you never could have won. It's not your fault."