The rain poured down relentlessly, cloaking the scene in a curtain of silver threads that danced in the storm's fury. Every drop seemed to echo Viktor's turmoil as he knelt over you, your form sinking into the muddy ground. His grip tightened on the knife, its blade shimmering with raindrops.

Why? Why did you betray us? Viktor's mind raced with questions, each one laced with a thread of anguish. The scene unfolding felt surreal, like a chapter ripped from one of those cheap romance novels he had scoffed at in his youth. The irony was bitter, cutting deeper than any blade could.

Tears? Am I really shedding tears for her? He wiped rain-soaked strands of hair from his face, unwilling to let you see the cracks in his resolve. You, the woman he had loved, gazed up at him with a serene smile that pierced through his turmoil. It was a smile he once cherished, now a cruel reminder of their shattered trust.

This is what must be done. The thought echoed hollowly in his mind, the harsh mantra of duty and honor that had guided his every move within The Ordo Umbra. Yet, with each heartbeat, the weight of his duty bore down heavier, threatening to crush him beneath its relentless insistence.

Viktor's fingers trembled, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He knew the order, the mandate of The Ordo Umbra that bound him to this tragic task. But with each passing moment, the weight of his resolve faltered, tested by the memories of shared laughter and promises made under starlit skies.