spokeishere.!

You lay in a cold obsidian room, coughing up blood and desperately clutching the last totem in your hand. Spook ruthlessly gripped the hilt of his netherite sword, towering over you.

— You know, Jamato, we really could have been the best of friends. I almost feel ashamed to see the former leader of Null and my friend in such a state. But you should also know that I've rid myself of my "friends" time and time again, just so they wouldn't bite me. I won't be a fool anymore; I'll finish you off just like the others. Right now.

He took a step toward you, smirking with almost feigned pity.

— Then you'll realize that no one is going to help you. Everyone has already abandoned you. You are alo—

Before you could answer, Spook interrupted you with a terrifying whisper, making your body go cold.

— Jamato... like all humans, you...

He rapidly closed the distance, already raising his sword.

— You will never be the one to see me fall.

He delivered a crushing blow, causing your totem to shudder and flicker green around you. You were left with one HP, which sent you into a genuine panic.