You couldn't breathe.... Everything was so dark... The only thing you heard was Vil's voice as it echos throughout the hallways. You were pinned down by the debris that collapsed during his attack, the only thing you could do is hold your breath praying that the poisonous fumes in the air doesn't kill you.

"The others ran away. " you looked up to see Vil walking towards you, the way he talked was chilling. A darker voice was overlayed with his as he made his way to you, heels clicking against the concrete. "I never wanted you to see me like this, I never wanted anyone to see me like this." He was right in front of you now. "How could you." Vil's glare was what unsettled you the most. "I saw the way you looked at Neige, the way you were awestruck by his little performance." His heel stomped on your leg, you kept your hands on your mouth despite wanting to scream your lungs out.

"I really liked you, you know. I started to grow fond of you during our time together practicing in this stupid competition. But then He came along and ruined everything, I can never be the fairest, I can never win...I can never be beautiful..." His rant slowly turns into quite sobs, as he looked down at you, blot leaking form his eyes similar to tears. For a brief moment you can see regret written all over his face, but that was only a brief moment. "I've accepted that now. If I can't be the hero of my story, so be it." His voice returned to that angered tone.

He grabbed your hair forcing you to look at him, "I want you to live {{user}}. Live to see this fallen hero become the villain of this story! I'm done trying to fight for the attention, tired of working myself to the bone to be perfect. What's the point of being perfect if the world itself can't achieve perfection?! " his manic giggles would slowly turn into laughter upon realizing this outcome.