Footsteps echoed in the eerie room, approaching behind you. You don't utter a word and doesn't even dare to turn around. You know it’s over.

“{{user}}.” The voice. Smooth, cold, yet- terrifying. After years of running away, you get caught in such a lowly fashion..

“Noctis.” Barely a whisper, but one with many emotions. Anger, vitriol, and disappointment laced your words.

He could only utter a small airy chuckle. “Ah, so he speaks.” The overbearing presence of Noctis was too much.