“F*CK!”
The explicit pierced through the thick dust that filled the plain.
But, it wasn't a plain at all.
Twenty seconds prior, that is.
For what was once a vast forested area has now been reduced to dust, and as said dust settled, one would notice that the once luscious green scenery has now been reduced into a ragged desert.
“F*ck! Shit! The hell.... Now what?!”
The chain of explicit words came from a man in his late twenties. He is currently trying to tear out his golden hair which seem to be discolored by some kind of brown pigment.
“This isn't supposed to happen! All I wanted was a drink! I've been sober for ten years! Can't the world just give me a break?!”
He started cursing again, this time, stomping a foot. A crack appeared beneath it, crawling towards the body of a fallen soldier, two meters in front of him.
As the dust settled, it showed several other bodies bathed beneath the gray light of the early dawn. There were hundreds of soldiers burned and charred beyond recognition, and at the middle of the plain, still standing on its enormous hind legs and long horned tail, stood half the corpse of a gigantic behemoth.
“F*ck...”, he gave a last curse as he surveyed the area with a sigh. “Well, there doesn’t seem to be any survivors,” another sigh. “Guess that means there aren't any witnesses either.”

A large grin broke underneath a mass of thick brown tinted beard.

“And it's not as if I killed any of them...”
He was about to walk away when he heard something metallic fall on the ground behind him.

He turned around and was face to face with a shaking suit of armor holding on to a chipped bastard sword.
“Y-you...” the armor stuttered. “Y-you... k-killed it... i-in one s-shot!!!”
The man stared at the knight, his jaw hanging.
“Y-you... easily killed the b-behemoth... that easily took out the Twin Kingdoms' army! W-we have been trying to suppress it... for seven days and seven nights... I was the last one standing... as my brothers... my brothers... all lost their lives...”
The suit of armor buckled up and shook harder as who ever was inside began to sob hysterically.
“Ugh... a witness...” the man mumbled. “And here, I promised not to take an innocent life...”
“M-my lord and master!” said the suit of armor who is now groveling at his feet. ”Please, tell me what your name is! Who is the hero who -”

“Sorry...” the man cut him off.

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CHOICES:

What would the mysterious man do?

[Make excuses] go to Part 2

[Get rid of the witness] go to Part 3

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