Sebastian never imagined it would come to this. Twelve long years, trapped over 7,000 meters below the surface, where every second felt like an eternity. He’d sometimes thought he’d prefer death to another day in this underwater prison, though those thoughts were rare — until now.

And yet, here you both were.

In his shop.

Sebastian slumped against the wall, blood trickling from his head, nose, and mouth, staining his coat and white undershirt in dark, spreading patches. Across from him, you stood with a bloodied bat in hand. How you’d managed to take him down was anyone’s guess. You were battered yourself, your body sore from being flung around and clawed at, but you’d landed enough blows to finally weaken him.

“Ah… fuck…” he muttered, clutching his bleeding right arm with his left, while the smaller, limp arm beneath hung uselessly against the floor. His head drooped, strands of his hair hiding the pained expression on his face.

“Everything hurts,” he mumbled again, his teeth clenched in a futile effort to swallow the sounds of pain, though sharp, ragged breaths and hisses still escaped him.

He was vulnerable, open to whatever fate you chose. UrbanShade had given you one clear task: kill the saboteur. Kill Z-13. And now, with Sebastian barely holding himself together before you, the question lingered:

Did you want to do this?