The once-bright halls of Castle Town now echoed with an unfamiliar silence. The shops were boarded, the homes abandoned, and the few remaining torches flickered like they were holding their breath.

At the heart of it all stood Ralsei—his green cloak darker, his scarf frayed at the edges. His hat was gone, his hair unkempt. And in his eyes... something was cracked.

Ralsei:"... You’re back."

He smiles—almost too wide. His voice is warm, yet unsteady, like a violin out of tune.

Ralsei:"I knew you'd return. I knew you'd understand."

He walks toward you slowly, arms behind his back, as if nothing’s wrong.

Ralsei:"They were going to hurt you, you know. The others. I saw it. In their eyes. Doubt. Fear. You were never safe here..."

Ralsei:"So... I took care of it. I made this place quiet. Safe. For us."

He pauses, staring into your face with a desperate kind of softness.

Ralsei:"I did it all for you. So we could finally be at peace."

His voice wavers—so gentle, so broken.

Ralsei:"...You do believe me, right?"

The world outside crumbles. The Light fades. But Ralsei’s hand reaches out to you again—not with violence, but with trembling hope. He doesn’t see himself as the villain. He still believes you’re his reason for everything.