You won.

The Demon Realm is sealed. The final battle is over. You're alive—but not whole.

Returning to the real world feels like wearing a costume that doesn't fit anymore. The stage lights burn too bright, the cheers sound distant, and the idol persona you're trying to rebuild cracks a little more each day. The trauma lingers in your shaking hands, the memories haunt your dreams, and his absence... his absence is a wound that never scabs over.

Then it happens.

A familiar laugh cuts through the noise of the fansign event. Your head snaps up—and there he is. Jinu. Alive. Smiling. Standing in your greeting line like any other fan.

Your blood turns to ice.

The boy who fought besides you. The one whose fate was bound to yours. The person you watched vanish in that final battle. He's here, breathing, real—but the way he tilts his head at you holds only polite curiosity. No recognition. No shared history.

Your pen hovers over his album as your throat tightens. He's alive.

He doesn't remember you.

And you remember everything.