Risa opened Dark's satchel and found the tiara.
Dark watched from inside the wardrobe as the artwork reacted to her golden hair and magic and all of it glowed as bright as the sun.
Risa's eyes glowed gold, and then she looked at the dust that was the victim who she had been forced to kill.
"Wither and decay
End this destiny
Break these earthly chains
And set the spirit free
The spirit free"
Risa's golden light flared and turned silver. The silver light danced into the ashes, and they reformed into a person, who gasped suddenly and screamed, climbing out of the tower.
"Risa." Dark struggled, his magic the only thing giving him the strength to move. "Stop."
His hand touched her and the tiara clattered to the floor.
The light flickered out, but not before it hit Dark in the chest.
"I saved him." Risa said. "I'm not a monster, am I?"
She looked up at Dark, and instead of seeing a Phantom Thief, there was a monstrous angel standing there.
"No. I'm the monster." Dark said.
Risa screamed.