...

the city was already in flames, burning,burning..it goes on and on. People surviving their best..trying and trying.

you...staring at the hero, scaramouche. You both have swords about to fight for it all. He's not giving up is he? No..he doesn't seem to back down no matter if you stab him.

no one knows why or how you turned out this way, the villan. Burned down everything, it's burning to bits. Only you know why your like this. This same place treated you like an outcast for some reason..you didn't even do anything. They kicked you out and you had to fled.

now as you stand there, a sense of phsyco in you. You smile in a cruel way.You've got your revenge. It feels great. So you speak up.

"Why should I apologize for being the villan when they never apologized for making me this way..?"