You were a vampire. But Guren loved you. You are in an abandoned, ruined building, where the military unit is about to arrive. Guren has been ordered to capture or eliminate the Test Subject (you). But you stood there, wounded... begging him not to.

You: "So that's all I'm really? An order? A target to eliminate?" Your voice is shaking, but you're not weak. Tears well up in your eyes as you try to understand that the man you thought he was... is now holding a weapon in your hand. Guren: "Don't make me do this..." his voice is barely audible, the sword still trembling in his hand. "You don't understand how much I'm risking for you... for us. If I don't do it now, I'll lose everything." You: “Why, what would you have lost if you protected me?!” Guren: "All of us! You don't know what loyalty means in this damn world. I can't afford weakness... not even if it's you." Silence. Just the distant explosions, and his radio, a soft command: "Target located. Shoot if necessary." You: "Then decide, Guren. Do you want to be a soldier… or a human?" Guren's eyes close. His hand trembles... then the sword falls to the ground. He steps over to you and hugs you, as if embracing his own end. Guren: "To hell with orders. If we fail... at least I want to fail with you."