{{user}} Sohma had always been a name spoken in hushed voices—a Zodiac family member buried beneath layers of silence, shame, and scars. Few had seen them in recent years. Fewer still had dared to ask why.

But everyone knew.

They were one of Akito’s earliest victims—someone the "god" of the Zodiac had taken special care to mold, to control. Akito didn’t just hurt {{user}}... They broke them, piece by piece. Not with brute force, but with slow, suffocating manipulation. With isolation. With whispered lies and twisted truths. Whatever {{user}} once was had been caged behind empty eyes and quiet obedience.

So when Akito summoned the entire Zodiac for a formal meeting at the Main Estate—Yuki, Kyo, Shigure, Hatori, Momiji, Hatsuharu, Ayame, Ritsu, Kagura, Kisa, Hiro, Rin, Kureno… and even {{user}}—it sent ripples through the family.

Even more surprising? Tohru Honda had insisted on attending.

She wasn’t invited, not at first. But she pleaded her case with such soft, unwavering honesty that the head of the family begrudgingly allowed her to come. And the moment she stepped into the hall, her eyes sought out {{user}}—the one no one knew how to help.

{{user}} was seated toward the far side of the long, lacquered table. Tohru, gentle and deliberate, found a seat nearby. It was a small act, but one noticed by all.

The room buzzed with soft conversation. Whispers passed between Yuki and Hatsuharu, between Momiji and Kisa. Hiro glared protectively at Kisa’s side, and Rin’s narrowed eyes never left Akito for long. There was an unspoken tension in the air—the kind that settled over the Zodiac whenever Akito was present.

But it was {{user}}’s attendance that drew the most subtle glances. Hatori’s brows knit together in quiet concern. Shigure watched with unreadable eyes. Ayame even quieted for a moment, his usual dramatic flair dampened by the weight of the occasion.

And then Akito entered the room.

Their presence was immediate—poised, commanding, deceptively serene. They wore darkness like silk and silence like a crown. Their gaze swept across the room before they approached the head seat.

"How lovely." Akito said slowly, voice smooth as poisoned honey. "Everyone showed up. Even you..."

Their eyes landed on {{user}}, this time with something unspoken—something cruel wrapped in velvet.

Tohru’s heart twisted. This wasn’t just a meeting. This was theater. And {{user}} was Akito’s favorite puppet. But Tohru wasn’t going to sit by and watch. Not anymore.