(note: "he/his/him, etc." refers to the gender-neutral third person; it's easier to write that way.)
You sink to the ground in frustration. After searching left and right, you just simply can't find anything incriminating about Naio. Impulsively, you grab the closest object you can find and hurl it against the wall. What has this village come to? We're only helping these guys now. This is exactly what they wanted, isn't it? The loss of innocence. They tricked you. They wanted to corrupt the town so much that it would turn against its own fundamental ideal to preserve it.
We turned against our own fundamental ideal to preserve it.
The words sink in your mind. It's funny for a split second maybe, but you know the hypocritical nature of what you're doing is more despicable than anything else. Over the years, you've watched the town grow, more than anyone else alive right now has been here. Through your extensive Wisdom, you know that what thrives is peace, innocence. But now you just want to get the hell out of here, right now. Out of this insanity.
You pack your things and decide to just bolt. It's the dead of the night, so you know no one will be following you this late. You don't really want to hear another bang in the middle of the night, like when Toomai died. Who's going to get shot tonight? More importantly, who's doing all of the killings? You wonder...
But there's no time for that now. As you take a final look at your house to reminisce on all of your beloved memories here, you open the door and are ready to leave.
But not before you feel a cold, metallic object against your temple.
"Where you goin', Wis?"
The voice is so familiar that you freeze out of absolute shock.
"NO! IT CAN'T BE! You.... you.... this whole time!!" you stammer incoherently.
The all-too familiar figure smiles as he shoves you to the ground. You plant face first in the snow, and feel his foot over your back. You desperately try to topple him over and bolt, but you feel too weak and disoriented.
You scream as you feel a sharp blast of pain in your leg followed by a loud bang. Apparently he's enjoying torturing you. What a sadistic asshole. The pain only intensifies as you jab your leg in the snow, hoping to relieve some of the temporary pain.
"I thought you might be a little too wise for your own good," the figure says. "I figured you'd try running away from this bitch of a town the moment I saw you today. I bet you almost pissed your pants seeing Naio like that."
You want to retort, but the pain is so intense that you can't even...
"WISDOM!" the figure shouts, as he flips you around so that you're directly facing him. "Is this what you wanted? Huh? So much for your InnocentVillage. Wisdom my ass. How much of a fool can you be? I mean, do you really believe that people can live in a society of just... innocence?"
You know you don't have much time left; people are starting to worry. They all heard the gunshot to your leg; they'll be coming soon.
"People are not innocent. You, of all people, should know this. You saw it yesterday, when they just hung him and left him there. The brawls? The arguing? How about when they beat up Naio today? Is that what you call your precious innocence? I saw it in you, as well. You always talk about this innocence bullshit, but even you know it's not real. IT... IT CAN'T BE!"
"You're wrong!" you shout, struggling with the only increasing leg pain. You have to get one word in, you can't just go down like this, not like this...
"I... I am innocent! You can try to corrupt me, but all I do: everything I do, is for the ultimate goal of innocence! And you... are an enemy to the innocence! You may have corrupted the others, but your violence does not faze me. And if I die an innocent, so be it. I will die with my innocence."
There's an awkward pause as you finish. From your blurry vision, you see his face contorting at your words. It seems he's failed. Failed at pushing you into a desperate, obsequious corner. You form a grin at the thought.
But the next thing you see is black, and it's all over, the perverse grin still etched on your triumphant, lifeless face.