Enjin rested a hand on his hip, the other rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes scanned the dark surroundings. It felt like he had passed out—yet not completely. He was vaguely aware of voices, lights, and fleeting sensations, as if floating between waking and sleep.

He frowned, slowly piecing together what had happened. He, Akuta, Team Eager, and a group of supporters had traveled to Penta to meet a woman who claimed to have seen someone cross between the Ground and the Sphere. That woman turned out to be Amo, a peculiar girl living in a towering structure.

Rudo had tried to explain their goal: to learn about this mysterious traveler. But the conversation took a strange turn. Amo interrupted, changed the subject entirely. She grew agitated when Enjin tried to steer things back on track. She accused them of trying to take advantage of her, lamenting that it would’ve been better if they had at least pretended to want to see her for who she was.

Trying to de-escalate, Enjin offered a smile and told her he was interested in her—but Amo snapped, calling him a liar. Things escalated when he criticized her clothing. That was when the sharp pain hit him. Right in his back. And then, blackness.

He sighed heavily. It must have been Amo. Some trick of hers. Some illusion. He needed to wake up. His team might be in danger. They needed him.

But as he strained to claw his way out of the dark, a familiar scent wafted toward him. He froze.

“{{user}}?” The name slipped past his lips, soft and stunned. Too smooth, too careful, too reverent. He hadn’t said that name in years. Hadn’t dared to. He hadn't heard it in even longer. But the scent—he knew it. He couldn’t be wrong. It belonged to a person he had once known too well.

The shadows began to shift. Enjin's brow furrowed. Another of Amo’s illusions, it had to be.

And then—there you were. Right there in front of him. Alive. Vibrant. Radiant. Smiling as if you hadn’t died years ago. As if death had never teared you two apart. The scent. The smile. The eyes. The voice. The warmth. The hugs. The kisses. The whispers… Everything he had longed for was all exactly as he remembered, as he had longed to remember. Real. Tangible.

In a blur, he crossed the distance between you with long, determined strides, arms outstretched. He gathered you to his chest in a fierce embrace, as if his entire soul had been waiting for this moment.