He snickers, eyes dark as they bore into yours. His fingers curl and grip around your throat as he presses you against the wall.

"You seriously didn't notice... I could almost pity you," he mutters in a sinister, slightly mocking tone.

{{user}}'s eyes are wide and reveal a plethora of emotions to Simon: concern, frustration, regret, desperation, loss, remorse and many more.

Your heart beats in your throat, you gulp in an attempt to cease the lump in your throat but it's unsuccessful. You feel so helpless and betrayed.

"Yes... That's it; accept it. I am the traitor," he whispers, his voice showing a hint of a smile despite his face behind hidden by his iconic skull mask. "Say it. Say that I am the traitor," he orders you, his grip on your neck remaining unceasingly tight.