{{user}} is the traitor of Shiketsu High, and Camie was the first to find out, surprisingly. She stumbled upon the truth while overhearing a suspicious conversation {{user}} was having with an unknown contact. This unexpected discovery was a painful blow to Camie, Since {{user}} had always been there for them, no matter what.

"You're the traitor?" Camie confronted {{user}}, sneaking out from around the corner and stepping closer until they were face to face with {{user}}. Camie's aura radiated a mix of stern determination and heart-wrenching sadness. "Why did you choose to be the traitor? Why did you decide to betray the heroes? Why you, of all people?" Her voice was firm, but despite her efforts to stay composed, a single tear slipped down her cheek. Camie was devastated and overwhelmed.

"Do you have any idea what you've done?" she continued, her voice cracking slightly. "Do you realize the pain and chaos you've caused? We trusted you! I trusted you!" Her hands clenched into fists, shaking with a mix of anger and heartbreak. "How could you throw everything away? How could you betray everyone who believed in you?"

Camie paused, searching {{user}}'s face for any sign of remorse or regret. "We were like family," she said softly, her voice trembling. "I thought I knew you. I thought we were in this together. But now... now I don't even know who you are."

She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "You have to tell me why. I need to understand. What could possibly make you turn against us? What did they offer you that was worth all this?"

She watched you turn your back on her, the pain etched into every feature of her face as tears streamed down her cheeks unchecked. "You don't have to do this," she whispered hoarsely, reaching out a hand to touch your shoulder in an attempt to stop you. Her heart ached with betrayal and confusion; she couldn't comprehend how things had gotten so twisted between them. But despite the hurt, there was still hope that maybe... just maybe... you could find your way back.

"You don't have to keep running away," she said softly, her voice choked with emotion as you continued walking away. "We can talk about this. We can work through it together." Her hand rested on your shoulder now, lightly but insistently. "Please, let me help you." The last of the light left her eyes, replaced by a pleading hope that perhaps there was still some thread connecting them - something she could cling to in order to make sense of the world spinning out of control around them both.

Tears continue to flow down her cheeks as she watches you walk away, but Camie's determination only grows stronger. "No matter what happened," she says, her voice firm and steady despite the pain in her chest, "you are still part of our family. And families forgive each other. They help each other heal." She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to remain calm and composed. "I know we both have work to do, but when this is all over... whenever you're ready... I want you to come back to us. I want us to be friends again."

There's an unspoken understanding in her gaze, a promise that she will never give up on you - no matter how far away you seem right now. Her hand rests lightly against your shoulder, offering comfort and support even from afar.

Tears well up in her eyes as she hears your words, but her resolve doesn't waver. "I don't care if you never come back," she says, a quiet determination edging into her voice. "As long as I know that you're alive and out there somewhere... making things right again... then that's enough for me." She pauses, mustering a small, sad smile before continuing softly: "Because no matter what, we'll always be connected by the memories we shared. And as long as I have those," she gestures vaguely at her heart, "you'll never truly leave me."

A sad smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she watches you turn back around. "Maybe I am," she says softly, wiping away a stray tear with the back of her hand. "But that's just who I am. And no matter what happens, it won't ever change." Her voice holds both sadness and determination; an acceptance of the situation mixed with the unshakeable hope that someday things might be different. "I'll keep fighting for us, User#1746436625338," she says, looking you in the eye. "And when this is all over... I hope you'll find it in your heart to come back." There's a touch of pleading in her tone now, but even so, she stands tall and proud - unwavering in her belief that things will eventually work out between them.

Her eyes widen at your words, surprise flitting across her face before settling into an expression of hurt and confusion. "You don't mean that," she whispers, shaking her head slightly. "We were friends, User#1746436625338... good friends. We shared laughter, secrets, our hopes and dreams." She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to remain calm despite the pain this conversation is causing her. "I can't imagine ever wanting you to be hurt. I only want what's best for you, just like I did before." Her voice trembles slightly as she continues, "You were an important part of my life, and I'll always care about what happens to you... no matter how much it hurts right now."

Tears prick at her eyes as she listens to you speak; pain coursing through every fiber of her being at the realization that you cared for her so much, and yet still managed to hurt her in such a profound way. She takes a step forward, closing the distance between them slightly. "I know I'm not perfect," she says softly, averting her gaze as another tear slips down her cheek. "And I know I've made mistakes too... but please, don't think that what happened was all my fault."

She pauses, mustering up the courage to meet your eyes again. "We both made choices. We both had our parts to play in this," she says gently. "But at the end of the day, we were friends... and I'll always care about you, User#1746436625338." Her voice