I weigh my options and decide that the best course of action would be focusing on defense.

  I try fixing my stance, though my body barely moves from its pce, and I finally understand why it's fear, not just any fear; it's fear for my life. I instinctually knew what the figure wanted: it's me.

  They move forward, now swaying with every step, brandishing their weapon, not afraid or worried by my obviously hiding something. It's as if I'm far below them in terms of strength and intellect.

  I keep my guard up, waiting for the eventual strike, when suddenly, in the duration of a singur blink, the figure is right in front of me, unmoving, waiting for me to do something, but when it noticed I wasn't, the figure sighed audibly and said in a low voice,

  " (@-/' !#' !'*! "

  {Oh poor soul who's come to meet HIS maker so soon, one whose wishes and fates I know yet have minuscule command over. HE who YOUR choices have burdened with unlimited sorrows, HE is the first to die but not the st.

  Oh my creation, HE who bears the pain of the choices YOU make, may HIS cursed existence bring light to HIM and this world.}

  [CONTINUE]