> Destroy the lockets. Regret the scars that'll leave later.
You destroy the lockets. You hear another gunshot.
The Painted Victims cry out, somewhere. You hear them die. You hear them thank you as they drift away.
But you can't see. Maybe it's the recent trauma. Maybe it's the blood in your eyes.
Maybe you don't have eyes anymore at all.
"A hollow victory. Only one of you is pure. And I just blinded her. Your bow is useless. Submit and you all live. Fail to submit, and I start killing you, one by one. You cannot win. No one ever wins, except for me."