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MidReal Story
Godsfall： Rise Of The Fallen
Scenario:Я Эмбер. Я мужчина и я бог смерти. Я подружился с девушкой по имени Арлин и помогаю ей и ее друзьям выследить серийного убийцу. Михаэль, друг Арлин, совершил теракт, в ходе которого убил отца серийного убийцы. Михаэль сам пострадал от взрыва и оказался в больнице. Я чувствовал себя виноватым. Я появился в палате Михаэля, после того, как его пооперировали. На моём лице появились слёзы, когда я до него дотронулся, пока он был без сознания.
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Amber
He is the god of death. He is powerful, empathetic, and conflicted. He feels deep sorrow and guilt over events involving his friend Arlin and her group. Amber has been tasked with guiding souls to the afterlife but has taken a personal interest in helping Arlin and her friends. He has been accompanying them on a perilous quest to track down a serial killer. His emotions get in the way, especially when he sees Michael in the hospital, struggling against death.
Arlin
She is a young woman with extraordinary abilities to sense death approaching. She is brave, determined, and loyal. Her friendships with Amber and Michael are pivotal. She seeks justice for her father's murder by the serial killer they are pursuing. Arlin's encounters with Amber are filled with mutual support and understanding. Her abilities help navigate through dangerous situations, keeping her friends informed about impending threats, which aids their pursuit of the killer and resolution of past traumas.
Father
He is Amber's father who was killed by a serial killer targeting families. He is deceased, courageous, and supportive. His paternal relationship with Amber is one of love and understanding. His sacrifice impacts Amber deeply, driving his desire to aid Arlin and her friends in their quest for justice against the killer who took his life. Though he cannot act directly, his spirit influences Amber's actions and motivations throughout their ordeal.
I watched as they all cried and mourned for Michael, and I couldn't help but feel sorrow for them.
I had grown quite fond of them, and I didn't want any harm to come to them.
I had been watching over them for so long, and I had never felt such a deep sense of sorrow and guilt as I did right then.
I had helped them, guided them, made sure they weren't killed, but I couldn't stop death from coming for Michael.
He was hurt so badly that even the doctors didn't think he would survive.
I stayed with them until they left the hospital room.
I couldn't tear my eyes away from him.
He looked so broken, so battered, and I knew that if he died, none of them would be the same.
They all left the room, and I stayed behind, lingering in the silence.
The only sounds were the steady beeping of the monitors and the quiet hum of the machines that surrounded him.
I slowly walked over to his bed and gently touched his hand.
It was cold to the touch, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.
I should have been able to prevent this from happening.
I should have been able to keep him safe.
I felt tears well up in my eyes as I looked down at him, and I couldn't help but whisper a soft apology.
"I'm so sorry, Michael. I'm so sorry that I couldn't save you."
The tears began to fall from my eyes, landing silently on the sterile sheets that covered his body.
I stood there for a moment, watching as his chest rose and fell with each labored breath.
I sat down in the chair next to his bed, my hand still resting on his.
The room was quiet except for the steady beep of the heart monitor, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness wash over me.
I watched as his chest continued to rise and fall with each breath, knowing that any one of those breaths could be his last.
"I'm so sorry," I whispered again, my voice barely audible over the sound of the machines.
I sat there for what felt like an eternity, my hand still on his, my eyes fixed on his chest as it continued to rise and fall.
The only sound in the room was the steady beep of the heart monitor and the quiet hum of the machines that surrounded him.
I watched as his chest continued to rise and fall, each breath a reminder that he was still alive, but barely.
I stood up from the chair, my hand slowly pulling away from his.
I walked to the door, my eyes fixed on him as I went.
I reached the door and stopped, looking back at him one last time.
The monitors continued to beep erratically, and I knew that he was still fighting for his life.
I took a deep breath and stepped out into the hallway, closing the door behind me.
The fluorescent lights overhead were harsh against my sensitive eyes, and I squinted as I made my way down the hall.
I passed by a few nurses who were busy with their patients, and I nodded in their direction as I went by.
They barely acknowledged me as they rushed to their next patient.
As I walked towards the exit, I saw Arlin sitting alone in the waiting area.
Her head was in her hands, and she looked like she had been crying for hours.
I wanted to go to her and comfort her, but I knew that I couldn't face her right now. She would see the guilt in my eyes, and she would know that it was my fault that Michael was lying in a hospital bed fighting for his life.
I continued walking, not daring to look back at her again.
Each step felt heavier than the last as I made my way towards the exit.
I trudged home, my feet heavy with guilt and sorrow.
The familiar path felt alien under my feet, and I couldn't shake the image of Michael's broken body from my mind.
As I approached my door, I hesitated, wondering if I deserved the comfort of my own home after what had happened.
I walked past my house, not ready to face the emptiness that awaited me inside.
The streets were quiet, and I continued walking, my feet carrying me towards the city.
The lights of the city twinkled in the distance, and I felt drawn to them, as if they held some kind of solace for me.
As I walked, memories flooded my mind, memories of Arlene and me strolling through these same streets.
We had spent countless hours exploring the city together, laughing and talking about our dreams and aspirations.
I passed by a small café where we had shared countless cups of coffee and talked about everything and nothing at the same time.
I smiled to myself as I remembered how she would always order a latte with extra foam and how she would always make a face when she took a sip.
As I continued walking, I came across a small park where we had spent many afternoons sitting on a bench and watching the world go by.
We would talk about everything from our favorite books to our childhood memories.
I slowed down as I approached the park, feeling a sense of nostalgia wash over me. The park was just as I remembered it, with its lush green grass and vibrant flowers.
The bench where we had sat so many times was still there, looking worn but still sturdy.
I stopped at the entrance of the park, hesitant to go in without Arlene by my side.
It felt strange to be there alone, as if something was missing.
I leaned against a lamppost and watched as people walked by, going about their daily lives.
They seemed oblivious to the pain and sorrow that I felt inside.
I sighed deeply, feeling a sense of loneliness wash over me.
I knew that I couldn't stay there forever, so I continued walking, leaving the park behind me.
As the city lights flickered in the distance, I realized I was searching for something I couldn't name.
I returned to the site where Michael was injured, and the charred remains of the building still smoldered in the distance.
The smell of smoke and ash hung heavy in the air, and I could feel the weight of what had happened bearing down on me.
I sat down on a blackened beam that had once been part of the building's structure, my fingers tracing the cracks and fissures that now marred its surface.
The smell of smoke was still thick in the air, and I could feel the heat radiating from the charred wood beneath me.
I pulled my death notebook out of my pocket and opened it to the page where I had written the serial killer's name.
I uncapped my pen, ready to write his name again, but as I did, a shiver ran down my spine.
I sat there for a moment, the notebook open in my lap, when I heard the sound of footsteps approaching.
I turned to see a young man walking towards me, his eyes fixed on me with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.
He was tall and lean, with dark hair that fell across his forehead in messy waves.
As he drew closer, I could see the sharp lines of his face, the high cheekbones and strong jawline that gave him a striking appearance.
He stopped a few feet away from me, his eyes still fixed on mine.
For a moment, we just stared at each other, neither of us speaking.
Then, he broke the silence.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice low and smooth.
I closed my notebook quickly, standing up to face him.
"I was just...remembering someone," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
He nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Someone who died here?"
I nodded again, feeling a lump form in my throat.
The man took a step closer to me, his eyes still fixed on mine.
"I'm sorry," he said softly.
I looked away from him, feeling uncomfortable under his gaze.
But I didn't want to leave either. The man seemed to sense my unease and took another step back.
"My name is Leo," he said quietly.
I turned back to look at him, surprised by his introduction.
"I'm Light," I replied softly.
Leo nodded again, his eyes still fixed on mine.
"It's nice to meet you," he said politely.
We stood there for a moment longer, neither of us speaking.
Then, Leo broke the silence again.
"What were you writing in your notebook?" he asked curiously.
I hesitated for a moment before answering him truthfully.
"Just some thoughts," I said quietly.