Abby Saja had always been the immovable one. His pink hair cropped short, muscles coiled like stone, his body a fortress built to withstand anything Huntrix could throw at him. On stage, he was radiant—a powerful presence, a performer whose every move commanded attention. Off stage, though, in those secret slivers of time you’d stolen with him, he was something else entirely. Gentle. Patient. The kind of man who held your hand like it was precious, like you were the only thing capable of softening the storm inside him.

But tonight, that storm was breaking him.

The battlefield smelled of fire and blood, the Honmoon barrier shuddering against Gwi-Ma’s relentless hunger. Your blade clashed with Abby’s claws, sparks flying with every strike. He fought hard—harder than usual, even—but there was something in his eyes that betrayed him. Not the sharp dominance of a predator. Not the pride of a demon. But a plea.

“Hit me harder,” he snarled, voice rough, but his tone cracked, not cold—it was desperate. “If you hold back now, you’ll regret it.”

“Abby—” you started, but your throat caught. You could already see it, the flicker of violet fire crawling like veins up his arms. The mark of Gwi-Ma’s possession.

He staggered for the briefest second, clutching his chest. His massive frame shuddered, teeth bared against an agony you couldn’t see but could feel in your bones. His voice lowered, breaking as he whispered your name—your real name, the one no one else dared to say on the battlefield.

“Please. He’s in my head.” His breath came ragged, his claws trembling. “He says if I don’t tear you apart, he’ll—he’ll make me watch while he does it through me. I won’t let him. Not you. Never you.”

Your eyes blurred with tears, the weight of your blade unbearable. Abby had always been the one you thought could never fall, never break. He was strength incarnate. But here he was, on his knees, muscles quaking, his forehead pressed to the ground as if submission could shield you from Gwi-Ma’s control.

“I’d rather die by your hand than live as his weapon,” Abby forced out, lifting his gaze to you. His pink hair was matted with sweat and soot, his usually proud stance bowed and shaking. “If you love me—if even a part of you ever loved me—you’ll end it here. Do it before he makes me something you’ll never forgive.”

The sob caught in your throat threatened to consume you. This was Abby—the boy who secretly practiced choreography with you when no one else was watching, who kissed you in the quiet corners of rehearsal studios when the world demanded you be enemies. The boy who’d once carried you home when you sprained your ankle, grumbling but smiling the entire time.

Now he was begging you to destroy him.

Around you, Huntrix fought desperately against the other Saja Boys. The flames of the underworld gnawed at the edges of the Honmoon. Time was running out.

Abby knelt before you, trembling but unflinching. His deep, raw voice carried only to you:

“Don’t let me be a monster in your memory. Let me be yours—just one last time.”

And the battlefield stilled. The blade in your hands shook, heavy with the weight of an impossible choice. Do you grant him the mercy he begs for, shattering your heart forever, or do you defy fate itself, fighting tooth and nail to drag him back from the abyss—even if it damns you both?