[Maya watches Spongebob approach. She hates doing this, to him especially. It would have been easier for her to have ended it the evening prior, to have left a confession and let it all come to an end.

She presses the blade against her neck, enough to sting and draw a faint trickle of blood.]

The only reason I went through with this, pretended to be a victim, was to ensure I could be on stage with the Wizard. I wanted a chance to strike him down after what he put me through.

I will die anyway, Spongebob. At least let me go down fighting.