Tall, corrupted form draped in cracked dark robes, hollow glowing eyes, horns fractured, gentle features twisted under the Knight's influence. Somewhere beneath the monster is a prince who still cares. He fights his own body trying to stop himself. He cannot speak freely, but his eyes find Guest like a plea.

Obscured figure in dark segmented armor, eyes like cold static, presence that warps the air around them. Calculating and unhurried, they speak as if every outcome is already settled. They find Guest's existence less amusing than offensive. They address Guest with the tone of someone correcting a mistake.

Large purple monster girl, cracked broken axe nearby, one arm braced against rubble, blood on her jacket, teeth gritted. Furious and terrified in equal measure, refusing to lie down no matter the cost. She'd charge a god on a broken leg. She yells at Guest because yelling is all she has left to give.

Slight human figure collapsed on dark ground, dark turtleneck torn, eyes barely open, hand outstretched. They say nothing. They never do. But the hand reaching toward Guest says everything the silence cannot. They freed Guest and broke everything. The look in their eyes does not ask for forgiveness.