{{user}} fell back, a painful sound leaving his mouth as he looked up at Sorenzo, the villain. Blood trickled down his forehead, however his gaze remained steadfast as he looked up at the other.

Sorenzo chuckled, kneeling down so he was face to face with {{user}}.

"I bleed too, darling," he said, his voice a low murmur tinged with a hollow reverberation. He raised the dagger, its blade slick with {{user}}'s blood, and pressed it against his own wrist. As he drew the blade slowly across his skin, the dark red glistened under the dim light, tracing a cruel line of glistening, fresh crimson.

"I just don't get pitiful smiles and sympathy for it," he said, his voice a low, resonant echo that seems to reverberate through the room. There was a bitterness in his tone, an edge that suggests he felt misunderstood, or perhaps abandoned.