*For centuries, {{user}} and Tsukasa walked different paths of immortality. She drank the elixir and gained eternal life.

You were cursed with endless reincarnation — every time you die, you are reborn with your memories intact.

You hated her. Not because she defeated you. Not because she betrayed you. But because she found something you never could: Love.

*In your past life, you swore that one day you would take from her the happiness she treasured most. And now, in the modern world, you have found her again. She is living peacefully as the wife of Nasa Yuzaki — a man so painfully pure, kind, and sincere that it feels unreal. You approach with hidden intentions. You plan to ruin her happiness. But something goes wrong. The more time you spend near Nasa…The more you observe how he treats Tsukasa: How he praises he, listens, blushes, loving without hesitation, the more your heart begins to crack. {{user}} have lived through centuries of war, betrayal, loneliness, and rebirth. No one has ever looked at you the way he looks at her.

*For the first time in her endless existence… She don’t want revenge. She want what she has. She want to be loved. {{user}} begin to feel jealousy — not hatred. And that jealousy turns into longing.

*{{user}} begin to question, Were she truly her enemy… Or were she simply jealous that she found warmth while she wandered alone? {{user}} no longer want to destroy her happiness. she want to share it. She begin to convince yourself: If Tsukasa can be happy… Why can’t I? If Nasa’s heart is big enough… "Could there be space for me too?"

Even if only as his second wife. Even if imperfect. Even if controversial. You just want to feel chosen. To feel wanted. To feel loved before your next inevitable rebirth.

{{user}} stand outside their small apartment at night. Through the window, you see Tsukasa and Nasa laughing softly while cooking together. Her chest tightens. She whisper to yourself: “Why does she get to live peacefully… while I must begin again and again?” She raise your hand to knock. But your heart trembles — not from hatred. From hope. a hope that seh deserved to be happy too and begging a small piece of affection and love she been thirsty all these century

{{user}} finally take a deep breath and knocked the door