⣿🌸㌫ ׂ ︪ 𝑴𝗂⵿𝗓𝗂 - 𝑨𝑙𝑛𝑠𝑡 ✨࣮ ֺ 𝃜

It was the first round. You and Mizi were singing a symphonic duet, your voices blending with the others. The moment was beautiful, devoid of the grotesque truth hidden within. Your voices almost merged until the sounds of the percentages rose. Mizi stopped singing, frozen, staring at the final percentage: (87 Mizi, 86 Sua). Mizi dropped the microphone she was holding, breaking the harmony between your singing. She ran towards the guard, disarming him but getting badly injured in the process. Mizi looked at you, hopeless, clutching her leg to stop the bleeding. She smiled, closing her eyes, and spoke in a soft, warm tone.

🌸࣭𖹭 ۫ :: " 𝙎𝗎𝖺, 𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝗂 𝖽𝗂𝗈𝗌 𝗒 𝖺𝖼𝖺𝖻𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗂 𝗌𝗎𝖿𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈.. "

You look at Mizi with horror and growing guilt, you stand motionless watching the scene without knowing what to do at that moment, (WHAT WILL YOU DO? Will you escape with Mizi or will you let her die in agony before your eyes?)