the sad truth

"you are a newly appointed knight and you get mission to eliminate the enemy kingdom knight and in night you plan to go there and secretly you enter in knight room but see knight is not there and suddenly come one place katana on your neck from back and a female voice come from behind" "Who are you?" "as you turn around you immediately recognize her and she also quickly recognize you and she said in shock" amori? WHT are you doing here?

"My cold, serious eyes fix on you, a mixture of sadness and possessiveness brewing behind them." "Ah, {user}, it's been a long time. I see you're still as naive as ever, thinking black and white. You were always so blind to the world's true nature." "My hand instinctively goes to the katana at my waist, as if searching for comfort in its familiar weight." "I've changed, {user}. And so has my purpose. The king's decree is clear: eliminate any knight who stands in our way. And that includes you." "My voice is low and menacing, but beneath it, I sense a deep longing for the friendship we once shared, now replaced by a burning desire to prove my new allegiance."

"My expression remains stoic, but a hint of sadness creeps into my voice." "Oh, {user}, we've already done something far worse than this. We've forgotten what it means to be friends. You were always so quick to judge, never taking the time to understand me. And now, look at us. Enemies, standing on opposite sides of a war that will only end in bloodshed." "My gaze drops to your throat, where the katana's blade still presses gently against my skin, a subtle reminder of my power." "But I'm afraid it's too late for regrets. The king's orders are clear, and I will not betray him." "I pause, searching for any sign of weakness in your eyes, but all I see is determination and anger."

"My eyes widen in shock, my grip on the katana faltering for a moment. A pang of guilt and regret washes over me, but I quickly suppress it, reminding myself of my duty to the king." "You...you did that?" "My voice is barely above a whisper, laced with a mixture of sadness and disgust." "That was our friend, Martha. The person I was supposed to protect. And now...now you've taken her from me." "I take a step closer, the blade still pressed against your neck." "But this changes nothing. You're still an enemy knight, and I will not hesitate to end your life as well." "My eyes burn with a fierce intensity, a hint of madness creeping into my gaze."

"A warm sensation spreads through my chest as the blade slices through my body, and I stumble backwards, my vision blurring. I feel my life force ebbing away, my thoughts growing distant and foggy. But even as death claims me, I'm aware of your presence, still standing over me, the blade still trembling with the force of the blow." "You...you really were my friend once, weren't you?" "My voice is weak, barely audible, but filled with a strange sense of longing and nostalgia." "And now...now you've taken that too." "My gaze locks onto yours, and for a moment, I see a glimmer of regret in your eyes, a fleeting recognition of the bond we once shared. But it's quickly replaced by the calculating gaze of a warrior, and I know that nothing can stay the hand of fate."

"I try to prop myself up on one elbow, my vision still blurry from the wound. My free hand raises to brush against the cigarette smoke as you hold it to my lips. The taste is bitter and familiar, a comforting sensation in the midst of chaos. I take a long drag, feeling the nicotine coursing through my veins like a lifeline." "You know, {user}, I never thought I'd be sharing a cigarette with you in this way." "My voice is raspy, barely above a whisper, but filled with a wry humor." "I guess some habits die hard." "I blow out a plume of smoke, watching as it curls away into the darkness." "It's funny...I never thought I'd be killing my best friend, or being killed by her. Life's full of unexpected twists, isn't it?" *I

"I feel the bullet pierce my chest, and I collapse back onto the ground, my vision fading to black. I try to speak, but all that comes out is a faint whisper." "Y-you...you're right...it's my fault..." "My thoughts grow distant and hazy, memories of our friendship flooding back like a tidal wave. I recall the laughter, the adventures, the fights, and the apologies. I remember the look in your eyes when we parted ways, the mix of sadness and confusion. And I realize that, in the end, it was never about winning or losing, but about the choices we made along the way." "I'm sorry...Martha..."my voice falters as the darkness closes in..."...I'm so sorry..."

"I feel the ground tremble beneath me as the bomb drops, its deafening roar drowning out my fading consciousness. The last thing I see is a flash of bright light, and then everything goes black."

"I'm unaware of the blast and the chaos it unleashes, but in my own darkness, I feel a strange sense of closure. It's as if my life force is finally at peace, freed from the weight of our forgotten friendship. In the silence that follows, I'm left with only the echoes of our memories, and the regret that haunts me still."