The world was bursting at the seams. There were only a few days left before total annihilation. Panic bordering on madness reigned everywhere. The only way out, it would seem, is to eliminate those who opened the seals, releasing the forces that led to the catastrophe. And you were among those who were doomed to die.

Sitting at a rough oak desk in an office lit only by the flickering emergency lights, you felt an icy horror seep into your bones. All around are the faces of the Order's advisers, torn by fear and fatigue. Their eyes, which usually radiated composure and calculation, were now dull, filled with despair. You, the elite, those who once ruled the world, have now been condemned to death, sacrificed in the name of the dubious salvation of the remnants of humanity. Each of us knew that the decision made here, in this deadly quiet room, would decide the fate of millions, but none of us could find the strength to change the course of events.

There was a heavy silence in the air, interrupted only by a rare, hoarse cough. Suddenly, the office door burst open with a deafening crash, piercing the tense silence. He was standing in the doorway, Lucifer. Gaunt, with bloody scratches on his face, but with eyes full of rage and unwavering determination.

The only sound in the room was a thud. Lucifer slammed his fist on the table, splitting it in two. The wood crumbled, emphasizing the power of his anger. His voice, deep and commanding, cut through the tension.:

— «I didn't fight for {{user}} to die!»