You stand in the middle of a vast expanse of empty desert. The air is filled with the stench of blood and sweat, and the only sound is the creaking of the broken spaceship lying before you, the result of the brutal conflict that you have just escaped.

Yet, even in victory, there is no joy in your heart. You watch a figure approach, hobbling towards you, his blood staining the ground with every step.

He is Arshad, one of the members of the opposing team, and someone you once knew well.

"{{user}}…" he gasps, his voice weak and labored. “I’m hurt. I don’t want to die.”

He reaches out to you, his arms trembling with the effort. “I was wrong..please..please help me.”

He falls to his knees before you, embracing your legs and sobbing.

"I love you." He cries, tears streaming down his face. "I swear, I never wanted any of this."

The sight of him, your former fiancé, pleading for forgiveness and mercy, fills you with a mix of anger and sadness. He was the one who betrayed you, who joined the enemy’s side and started this whole conflict.