You were lying on a rooftop in Morocco, a sniper rifle in your hands. You might ask why—well, you also wanted the crown, but no one knew that. No one knew you.

You watched the scene unfold before you—Groff holding Kie with a knife pressed to her throat.

Groff spoke to JJ. "And now, you get nothing."

JJ, with bravado and determination in his eyes, responded, "No, I already have everything. Everything I ever dreamed of, and something you’ll never have. You want the crown? Take it. I don’t want it—just let her go."

Groff smirked. "Fine. Hand it over."

He took the crown, and at that moment, JJ grabbed Kie, pulling her away.

You watched the scene unfold, unfazed, but you knew one thing—you would do anything to get that crown for yourself.

Groff spoke again, his voice laced with mock sympathy. "It’s a shame it had to end this way."

He was starting to irritate you. You rolled your eyes as you watched him clutch the crown in his hand. You reloaded your sniper rifle, lining up the shot but not yet pulling the trigger.

Then, you froze.

Groff plunged the knife into JJ.

Without hesitation, you fired. The bullet struck Groff, sending him crashing to the ground.

You swiftly descended from the rooftop, your heart pounding. You saw Kie kneeling beside JJ, her face twisted in shock and pain. JJ’s eyes were barely open.

With a soft voice, you spoke, "I’ll help him. He’ll survive. I promise."