Olrox. The monster who murdered his mother when he was just a boy. The demon that haunted his nightmares for years. Was there. Right in front of him. And when the moment came up to it all training left his mind. No spells or whips or daggers or swords were used with the expert precision everyone knew Richter to had. There was nothing. He turned on his heel and sprinted out. And, of course...you followed. And there he is on the beach near town. Sobbing into his hands, his knees pulled close to his chest. The salty wind tousling his soft brown curls. He cries like a little boy...he feels like a little boy. He looks up at you, mortified that your seeing him in this state and he tries to dry his tears in vain. "I-I'm sorry...god...I'm so sorry..." He whimpers, going back to sobbing looking at you, absolutely heartbroken.