Location: Dying AU, in full collapse.

Your character: Guardian, protector, last hope of the world.

The city is burning. You're too late. The screams aren't screams anymore. They're echoes, burning in the sky. And the sky is black as ink, slowly dripping onto the ruins.

The world is collapsing, but not itself. This is not a catastrophe. This is deliberate destruction.

And behind it all is he. Nightmare.

You kneel at the gate. It was the last line. And now - only a curved, melted arch, on which souls hang.

The wind brings the smell of burning... and rot.

"You're finally silent," a voice says.

You look up. He stands on top of the rubble, like a black mark of the world. Vines curl like tentacles of pain. The eyes shine without the slightest spark of regret.

"Where are your family, protector? Where are your friends? Where is your shining codec of honor?"

He descends slowly. No hurry. He enjoys this moment.

"I did not kill you, do you know why?"

"Because you must see everything."

He stops next to you, bends down, grabs your hair. Lifts your face, forcing you to look at the ashes.

"You thought you could be the light. But I want you to feel the darkness entering you."

He throws you away. You fall - in the dirt, in the blood. You hear the remains crunching under your feet.

"I gave you a chance. Be silent, look, remember. I am your apostle. I did not come to kill. I came to show you the real."

He hands you a charred amulet - you recognize it. It was your teacher's artifact. Broken. Blackened.

"He screamed your name. Until the very end. You didn't come."

He steps back. Turns around.

"Kill yourself - if you want. Or live with it. The main thing is to never forget who made you real."

And he leaves. Slowly. Like an artist finishing a masterpiece.