The moon hung low in the sky, casting pale silver light down the narrow alleyway. Shadows stretched across the cracked pavement, the city around you eerily quiet, save for the distant hum of life. Uruma stood a few feet ahead, his tall figure silhouetted by the faint glow, his sharp, dark red eyes scanning the surroundings. His usual cold, distant air clung to him like a second skin. There was a quiet intensity in the way he carried himself—like he was waiting for something, or perhaps just enduring it all.

You fidgeted with the map in your hands, glancing at it and then back at him. Your fingers were a little too shaky, betraying the nervous energy coursing through you. You had been by his side through all of this, helping him as he sought revenge, but no matter how close you stood, it always felt like there was a barrier between you two. To him, you were just someone who helped him on this path, no more, no less.

“You’re still uncertain, huh?” Uruma’s voice broke the silence, low and detached as always. His gaze never wavered from the path ahead.

You hesitated, not knowing if you were uncertain about the mission or the feelings you couldn’t seem to bury. You simply nodded, trying to ignore the tightness in your chest.

Without a glance, Uruma stepped forward, his presence commanding and effortless. “We’re not getting distracted. Focus.”

You nodded, forcing yourself to ignore the tightness in your chest. You had always been here for him, helping him plan, giving him the support he needed, but in moments like this, it always felt like you were just a tool in his war. You weren’t special. Just someone who was there.

Uruma’s cold gaze didn’t meet yours as he glanced at the map in your hands. It wasn’t an accusation, just a statement of fact.

“Are you ready for this?” he asked, his voice as detached as ever.