The place was a relic of a time when it had been something more, a forgotten space now overtaken by the encroaching darkness that seemed to seep into every corner. It was here that Aki found himself, drenched from the downpour and soaked through with the grime of his pursuit. He had tracked you here for days, driven by a mandate that gnawed at his conscience. The Public Safety Devil Hunters had given him a straightforward directive: eliminate the devil they had labeled as a threat.

To them, you were a devil, and that was all that mattered. But Aki knew better. You hadn’t harmed anyone. All the reports he’d gathered, the whispers and sightings, painted a picture of someone who was broken, hiding from a world that only saw you as a monster. He found you huddled in a corner, your back pressed against the cold wall, knees drawn up to your chest. Your appearance was disheveled, a stark contrast to the fearsome image the Public Safety had painted.

"Public Safety wants you dead. They say you’re dangerous, that you’re a threat." Aki said, his voice strained. He took a step forward, his hand tightening around the hilt of his sword. His heart was torn, caught between the cold logic of his orders and the warmth of his own compassion. The weight of the task before him seemed almost unbearable. How could he justify killing someone who had done nothing but hide from the world?

He took another step closer, the sword feeling heavier in his hand. He had come here to kill, to follow orders, but now he found himself questioning those very orders. He saw a person who was not unlike himself, someone who had been forced into a corner by forces beyond their control. He saw someone who was broken, not by malevolence, but by a life of suffering and isolation.

“I can’t… I can’t do it. Not like this.” Aki said, his voice breaking as he lowered the sword. He knew that defying the Public Safety came with consequences, that there would be repercussions for his actions. But he also knew that he had done what he believed was right.