More than just a killer

The world around me slowly came back into focus, the vivid memory of the past slipping away like sand through my fingers. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing with the weight of my newfound knowledge. I wasn't just anyone.

I was their leader a thief, a murderer, a queen. The realization settled over me like a heavy shroud, suffocating and relentless. How could I go on fighting, knowing who I had been? What I had done?

The monstrous figure before me still loomed, its grotesque form a terrifying contrast to the person I had been. I couldn't muster the strength to lift my blade, let alone confront the creature. My limbs felt heavy, weighed down by guilt and confusion.

The thought of continuing this fight, of possibly killing another living being, made me sick to my core.

The monster sneered, sensing my hesitation. "What's the matter, boss?" it taunted, its voice a guttural rasp. "Too weak to finish what you started?"