You stood there—silent, soaked to the bone—beneath the same flickering streetlamp where she first kissed you.

Reze, now crouched on the far side of the alley, smiled bitterly. “You’re seriously not going to say anything?” Her voice wavered between amusement and anger. “God, you’re exactly like him.”

The light buzzed overhead, barely illuminating the way the raindrops rolled down her cheeks—whether they were tears or not, you couldn’t tell.

“I knew you were watching me that day. Following me. And when I asked if you wanted to come with me to the countryside… you really believed that, didn’t you?”

Your eyes never left hers.

She let out a bitter laugh. “You're even worse than Denji. At least he had the excuse of being stupid. But you… You knew what I was. You had to know. So why? Why did you keep playing along?”