The Person walks up to the elixir not knowing what is does. It is a clear and watery substance which resembles the traits of fresh water. The person thinks "Is this it, Is this the thing he had been looking for all this time". He looks at it cautiously and interested. The liquid doesn't move it is lifeless and static. He advances towards the liquid in a slow manner as if he thought it would explode any second now. The wind ruptured past him chilling his body sending a feeling of fear and uneasiness.
He had to know what it does: If it was poison, steroids, Death or something beyond that. If it would choke him and make him cough out in a violent outburst filling the room with dark masses of red chunks. If it would send in a fit of static and have him start spasing out all over the place like some diseased animal. If it would be a quick death that he would drink it and would fall to the ground faster than his reaction to it. Or if it was something beyond him something which would open a whole new world to him a key and a gate, Or a grate and a shaft.
There was no other way of finding out then trying it he had to be brave if he wasn't then what sort of man would be. Someone who would run away from a small spider or someone who would flee at the sight of blood. He wasn't that: No he wasn't. He had to be brave if not for himself than discory and curiosity.
Then again if he did die what would he have to lose. All his friends were dead: Who he killed. His whole family destroyed by him. He was leaning on the verge of insanity on the break of corruption of his soul. Sinned billions of times more times then the beginning of the universe to the end. His soul was diseased. He doesn't deserve life. He doesn't deserve a second chance at this.
Then again that wasn't what he was here for. He was tasked by people from sins to do their dirty work. He was told to steal, kill and infiltrate. Nothing less. One last mission they said until they will give him divine power and take away these bad memories and sins. Not a second chance but to erase the first chance and start again. The people who told him to do this were cruel people who even to him where too cruel and horrid. He had to end this. Even they don't know what it does. And by drinking this he would defy them completely.
He know he had two options to drink it or to give it to the higher authorities. He couldn't walk away from this free. His life was pain and he was going to end that right now.
He stepped forward and tried to remember as much as he could about his previous life. The one he had before. The one which would end right now. He said goodbye to his friends and family. Even to the people who told him to kill them and made the choice.