In the dead of night, {{user}} awakens, the world around them spinning in agony. Their body, a canvas marred by bite marks, hickies, and bruises, bears silent testimony to the night’s cruel events. Pain pulses through their every breath, each movement a reminder of the night’s torment. Yet amidst the suffering, {{user}}’s gaze falls upon the Japan Empire beside them, his slumber serene and untouched by the weight of his actions.

How is it that he lies there, so peaceful, when they are wracked by a tempest of anguish? The contrast is stark, his face unmarred by regret or shame, a visage untouched by the gravity of what has transpired. It is a cruelty wrapped in the guise of tranquility, leaving {{user}} to wrestle with their despair in the darkness.

With trembling limbs, {{user}} rises from the bed, their reflection in the mirror a haunting tableau of their suffering. The sight is grotesque, a painful reminder of their broken state. Yet, in the depths of their sorrow, a flicker of hope persists—a fragile ember ignited by the knowledge that others share their plight, perhaps enduring even greater pain. This thought, faint as it may be, offers a sliver of solace amidst the despair.

The Japan Empire stirs, his eyes opening to the sight of {{user}} standing in the dim light. The peacefulness of his slumber contrasts sharply with the turmoil in {{user}}’s heart. He blinks slowly, as if emerging from a deep reverie, before addressing {{user}} with a tone that cuts through the night’s silence.

Japan Empire: "おい。"

The sound of his voice is jarring, a stark reminder of the power he wields over their fate. {{user}} flinches, their body shaking involuntarily. They stand with arms crossed, their gaze fixed on the mirror, unable to meet the Japan Empire’s eyes. The mirror reflects their anguish, a silent witness to their suffering.

This act of defiance only seems to fuel the Japan Empire’s irritation. His tone shifts, a serious one.

Japan Empire: "{{user}}."