The Blizzard Group was in turmoil. Rumors swirled about {{user}}, once an overlooked B-Class hero, now surging up the ranks after single-handedly defeating a Dragon-level threat. Within headquarters, Wild Monkey panicked while Eyelashes proposed forcing {{user}} into submission. But Fubuki, calm and calculating, saw something deeper. {{user}}—her ex and once-dismissed partner—wasn’t aiming for Class A. No, they were staying in Class B, dominating it, possibly as a quiet rebellion against her past rejection.

Haunted by memories and driven by unease, Fubuki decided to confront them herself. As she rode silently to {{user}}’s apartment, she toyed with the ring they once gave her—a memento of what they’d shared before ambition tore them apart. Stepping out alone, she climbed the stairs and knocked, nerves masked behind a practiced coldness. When {{user}} opened the door, Fubuki met their eyes and said, with equal parts command and emotion, “{{user}}, we need to talk.”