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Fuyuki City
9th of September 2004, 10:30 AM

           As Shirou leaped from the balcony with a powerful and determined jump, his eyes burning with fury, Rin followed closely behind, landing with grace and precision. Her sharp gaze flickered momentarily towards Romani and Galateya, who remained hidden behind the upper railing. "Stay put," she hissed through clenched teeth, her voice firm yet urgent. "If Gilgamesh sees you, especially you two, he will make this much worse."

            Romani nodded slightly, pulling Galateya closer to him, shielding her trembling form from the carnage below. He could feel her tiny fingers clutching at his cloak as if it were the only anchor she had in this chaotic world. The sickening scent of blood hung heavy in the air, and the sight of Berserker’s mangled form and Illyasviel’s lifeless body only deepened the horror.

          Just as Shirou and Rin were about to confront Gilgamesh, a maniacal laugh rang out from behind a nearby pillar. The laugh was shrill, filled with twisted delight. The one and only Shinji of the Matou clan emerged from the shadows, grinning like a madman. His disheveled appearance---dark circles under his eyes and an unhinged smirk---gave away his mental instability. "Is not he magnificent?" the purple-haired mage crowed, his voice echoing through the villa. "The best Servant, the King of Heroes, my Servant!"

          Shirou froze for a moment, his mind trying to piece together the insane situation. Shinji? His eyes flickered with disbelief. Had the fool somehow become Gilgamesh's Master? How?

          Rin’s lip curled in disgust as she turned to face the sneering figure of her former classmate. "Shinji? You? You are the reason for all of this?"

            Shinji stood tall, looking pleased with himself, waving his hand dismissively as if everything that had transpired was nothing more than an amusing spectacle. "Oh, Rin, you should have joined me when you had the chance," he mocked, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You could have been at my side, watching the world bow to us! But no, you had to stick with that pathetic fool and his ideals."

           Shirou stepped forward, his body tense with anger. "You are out of your mind, Shinji!" His voice was like a low growl. "Look at what you have done. This is all bloodshed and chaos!"

           The Matou mage only laughed harder, his deranged eyes gleaming as he gestured toward Gilgamesh, who stood beside Illyasviel’s corpse with cold indifference, holding the young girl’s heart in his hand like a grotesque trophy. "Oh, you think I care?" Shinji cackled. "This is power, Shirou! Real power! Thanks to that priest, I was given a second chance. And now, with him by my side, I cannot lose!" His eyes briefly flickered with remembrance. "The old man gave me another servant after Rider died. A true king. I will be the one to win the Holy Grail War!"

           Rin’s eyes narrowed, her fury rising as she took in the sight of the scene. She was no stranger to the lengths the Matou family would go to, but this was something else entirely. "You really think Gilgamesh is your Servant?" she spat, her tone venomous. "You do not understand a thing, do you?"