At the end of his life, Frank is overtaken with sorrow and a sense of helplessness as a result of various decisions he has made. At this moment, his life flashed before his eyes.

Born in a time of strife, Frank has only ever known war.

Before he ever became conscious, he had to fight for his survival. The horrors he witnessed and endured during his mandatory military duty nearly broke him from the inside out. He witnessed heinous acts such as rape, torture, and slave labor. The deaths of both of his parents, as well as many companions and close friends, were the nail in the coffin. He was really broken at this point.

He turned into the cold-blooded criminal he is today, wanted dead by even his own nation he fought for. He murdered numerous of his enemies for the sole purpose of exacting retribution. He also began having frequent fits of fury, and people began labeling him as a psychotic killer. He had risen to a high position in the military at this point due to his skills in military tactics and proficiency with guns and other armaments. His intelligence also far surpassed others.

He was simply untouchable, but only for a short time because the conflict had ended. The turbulent times were over, and the only one who didn't benefit from them was 'Frank Whitehart '.The treaties that the countries signed included a clause in which each country requested his execution.

Presently

A group of individuals in army-green uniforms emerged from what appeared to be an underground jail holding a man wearing a black mask covering every aspect of his face and an outfit with horizontal white and black bee stripes.

Each time the group moved toward the stage in unison, the audience swiftly parted. There were a lot of insults and slander directed at the man in black and white outfit, which was understandable.

With the exception of their eyes, which were visible through a white rabbit mask, a man stood on the scaffold totally dressed in black. The man was quite unsettling. On his right hand, he was holding what appeared to be a greatsword. He was naturally an executioner.

The officer in front of the group came over to the unsettling man as they approached the scaffold and whispered something into their ears. A short while later, the officer emerged from behind the stage with a piece of paper. There were some writings in the papers that appeared to be random gibberish to the crowd of regular people because reading and writing were a privilege granted to only a few people, including nobility and royalty.

'Silence!' exclaimed the officer. The crowd, which was yelling abuse, was now deafeningly quiet. The deathly calm was broken by a deep, hollow voice that said, "This parchment of paper in my hand is a royal degree passed by his majesty, the Emperor himself." "By his majesty the Emperor, Arthur Williams Gregory III, criminal ' Frank Whitehart ' is to be publicly executed for his disturbing and heinous crimes on the 14th celestial year on zenith, the third day of the s-sun." The officer then returned to the back of the scaffold near the proclaimed offender and began to remove his handcuffs and mask, revealing a gorgeous man with a chiseled jawline and a smooth forehead. The man's eyes were a rich crimson color, but they appeared dead and unfocused. Another distinguishing aspect of the man was his white, wavy hair.

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The officer proceeded towards the rear of the stage and saluted another officer with a huge build. The officer with the big build nodded and took a step to the front of the stage. The officer nodded as he stared at the man in black. He then kneeled the culprit on the ground in an upright position and gestured to the executioner. The perpetrator was still silent and had his attention fixated on the ground at this moment.

Swoosh... Due to the deathly silence, the sound of the blade being drawn from the scabbard resonated across the room. With the greatsword directly above the criminal's neck, the executioner took his posture.

The officer approached the offender and asked, in a shaky voice that broke from time to time, "Frank W- Whitehart, do you have any l-last words?" Frank looked at the officer with a shocked face, but he quickly composed himself. "Brian, you've come a long way," he added, a proud grin on his face. At this point, the officer's eyes were welling up with tears.

Brian was one of Frank's closest friends. He was assigned to the same crew as Frank, and they shared numerous missions. During many encounters and mishaps, they became closer and formed a friendship.

Frank gently gazed around the area, glancing at some of the people in the crowd he recognized, and his gaze was drawn to a young lady with long hair, a symmetrical nose, and perky cheeks. Her eyes were a deep green, filled with tears. 'Ann' was his wife's name. With a sad, complex expression on his face, he whispered, "I'm sorry," to the lady. She definitely didn't hear him, but she understood what he had said to her.

Frank then fixed his focus on the audience and remarked, in a deep, hollow voice that sounded chlily, "It was terrible, a true tragedy. During the battle, I witnessed many atrocities, including the deaths of my mother, father, and friends. What I did was truly justifiable because it was a war that couldn't be won by being nice to my enemies. I've been betrayed even by my own country, for whom I fought, but I don't have any hatred for my country or my people because I was about to commit suicide a few days ago because the guilt has never left me." Following the words, the surroundings fell silent once more.One could feel the tension in the air.

With a deep sigh, he opened his mouth again and stated, "During this time, I have realized that there are no winners in war, only survivors, and even survivors die inside from guilt. They only exist physically to warn us. To warn us that there is nothing worse than what they have done, and I am living proof. I pray that a tragedy like war will never happen again. I hope my people learn from this war and live to create peace."

He looked at Brian and nodded after saying this. Brian, too, nodded with tears in his eyes and saluted Frank. After a few moments, the officer stepped back and nodded to the executioner. The executioner hunched his back and aligned his sword.

The sound of the blade slicing flesh could be heard and a few seconds later a head rolled on the ground. A small smile could be seen on its face.