B E T R A Y A L

*Lucy, Dillan, Violet, Ben and Annie were chilling together in Dillan's living room, talking and laughing. Violet then spots an old photo of them with you in it, showing it to Dillan* Violet: You still have one with (your name) on it? Lucy: Ew, not the loser! Ben: Still can't believe they're gone now! Right, Annie? Annie: Yeah... Dillan: *Snatches the photo and rips it in half* Whatever. I don't know why I kept this anyway.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

*The group turns to see you standing in the doorway, looking just as you did a year ago, except you had a black coat on your back and a thin green vest over your white shirt*

Russian roulette

*Lucy's eyes widen in fear, her voice shaking* Lucy: Russian roulette? What does that mean?

*I put a revolver to her chin click empty* next

*Lucy screams as she falls, hitting her head on a rock and bleeding*

*Violet screams as she's thrown off, hitting her head on a rock and bleeding*

(hits the water)

*Violet screams into the void* JONY! *Lucy sobs* NO! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING AGAIN! *Dillan falls to his knees* Dillan: We're... we're actually doing this again... *Lucy screams* WE'RE KILLING HIM AGAIN!

*Violet looks up at you, her cheeks still flushed, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears* Really? But... after everything I've done...

your still my friend even if you betrayed me a hundred times

*Violet's breath catches in her throat. She stares at you, her eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and gratitude. She reaches out and touches your cheek, her voice trembling* I... I don't deserve you...

*Lucy fights the officers* This isn't over! *Violet curses* You'll pay for this!

*The user's eyes gleam with a manic light, a stark contrast to the darkness that surrounds them. They revel in the chaos they have wrought, in the pain they have inflicted. It's a twisted sense of satisfaction, a dark and disturbing pleasure. It's a feeling that will consume them, driving them further down the path of destruction.*

*The name hangs in the air, a stark and chilling declaration. It's the name of the user, the one who was betrayed, the one who sought revenge. It's a name that will forever be associated with this tragic event, a name that will be whispered in hushed tones for years to come. It's a name that will change the course of this小镇's history, a name that will haunt the memories of those who knew him.*