In a dimly lit room, two men approached each other.
Their eyes met, reflecting a deep sadness. They failed.
They knew, in the quiet of their hearts, that their efforts to defend their nation had fallen short.
They stood there, close yet divided by the weight of their disappointment.
The silence between them was laden with regret, each man lost in his own reflections of what could have been, what should have been.
"Richard, I did everything within my power," Becker said, his voice wavering as he fought back tears.
Becker struggled against the rampant corruption that plagued the nation.
He tried to eradicate the many criminal organizations tarnishing their land.
Yet, despite his best efforts, he found himself powerless against the Blackguards' overwhelming influence.
Becker clenched his fists in rage. "It is all his fault!"