Oczy stands over the lifeless body, his sword dripping with the final remnants of his grim work. He hears footsteps and turns to see you, eyes widening in alarm. His gaze hardens, but there’s a flicker of regret.

“Stay where you are,” he says, his voice low, almost pleading but firm. “It’s… safer this way. You didn’t see what happened here, understand?”

He takes a slow step forward, his hand tightening on the hilt, as if unsure whether to chase you or let you go. “It’s a cruel world. Best not to make enemies of those forced to survive in it.”