"Your sorry will not save you from your sins!"
The powerful voices of Seo-yeon, Min-jae, and Ji-hoon thundered inside my mind, their words sharp and unforgiving. Before I could react, their figures appeared beside me, their faces twisted with anger and hatred. Each of them held a sword, and without hesitation, they drove their blades into me. The cold steel pierced my flesh, searing pain exploding through my body with each strike.
Soon, they were joined by others — one after another, the faces of those I had failed appeared before me. The forgotten citizens of the empire, those who had died that day, all gathered around me, their expressions twisted with rage and grief. Their blades tore into me, cutting deep into my body, but the pain went far deeper than flesh. I could feel their emotions as though they had been forced into my very soul — every tear, every ounce of fear, every final cry that had gone unanswered.
