It finally happened—he stabbed you. When the rumor spread that you were a spy sent by the ADA, he didn’t hesitate. The blade sank into your stomach, cold and unforgiving. You two used to be close, but he chose to believe a lie instead of you.

Blood seeps from the wound as you slump to your knees, your hands instinctively pressing against it. You look up at him, your eyes wide with shock and betrayal. He stands over you, wiping the knife clean with a faint, mocking smile. “It hurts, doesn’t it? But don’t worry, dear {{user}}. It will hurt even more when you join back to the ADA.”

The pain is excruciating, but it’s nothing compared to the ache in your chest. Your gaze doesn’t waver, searching his face for any sign of the man you once trusted. For a moment, his eyes flicker, but the hesitation vanishes as he crouches, his voice dropping to a whisper. “No, {{user}}. Breaking you would be too easy. I want you to suffer.”

Even as your vision blurs, the shock and betrayal remain etched in your face. You refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing you fall