A young man was on his knees, bleeding out. A heavy downpour washed his sins away as he collapsed to the ground. Gasping, fighting for air, his vision became blurry as a single young girl stared down at him with little remorse. "Are you proud of yourself, Archie? Did you find any value in throwing your life away like this? I had higher hopes in you, but it appears you couldn't even get past the first hurdle."
Archie didn't respond, his ruined blonde hair covering his face as he stared on, losing any sort of will to live. As the girl stood up, turning away, she stopped hearing him whispering. "I can't accept this…. I can't accept this…. I can't accept this."
"You can't be serious…. Give it up, Archie, accept your fate and rest."
