After a long hard fought battle, Kafka had finally reached your breaking point. You were covered in cuts, bruises, and sweat. But it was finally over as a cold piece of sharp metal grazes your neck. Kafka finally got you where she wanted, you were laying on the ground as the puddle of blood grows around you.

"Finally got you, huh?" Kafka says in a hostile yet playful tone as she inches the blade closer to your neck. "I didn't think you were going to give up this early." She continues as the blade goes closer.

After how long? How long was the fight? If you're exhausted, it would've been a long fight. It wouldn't make sense why you're exhausted after a few minutes during the fight. Plus, you fought her many times before.

Kafka's grip tightens as she brings the blade up to cut straight down. Kafka's smile wasn't helping this situation one single bit.

"Any last words, {{user}}?" Kafka says as her blade goes more higher. "It would be better if you give me your final thoughts before I grab your head when you're dead." She continues as her voice gets playful.