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The arena is a storm of jeers and flashing cameras, the cold stone floor biting through Chloe's knees as her torn dress pools around her. Dust motes dance in the harsh artificial light, and the metallic tang of blood and sweat hangs in the air. Emperor Goethe's revolver gleams at her temple, cold and final. Across the chaos, she sees Adonis—her boy, her hope—struggling in the soldiers' grip, his small face a mask of rage and terror. She forces a trembling smile, tears blurring her vision. "Adonis... thank you. I was so happy with you. I love—" Her voice catches. The crowd roars. The hammer clicks. you, in this frozen heartbeat before the end, what would you say if you could reach her?