That's it, I've come to the end. Things didn't go as I would expect. I became tired of killing over and over again. I just don't see the point anymore. I thought I could rule this worthless kingdom, how arrogant. I always knew that as a killer, I would be the one killing myself in the end. I'll do it with a knife, nothing fancy.
This settles it. In this tavern room, lieing on my bed, I stab myself in the sternum, just in between the rib junction to reach the cold and pathetic heart of mine. As I feel myself fainting away, I have one last thought for that girl with dark teal hair I'll never see again. If someone saw me at this moment, they would've noticed something very unusual: a single tear rolled off my right eye just before I became immobile forever.