You lie in bed, limbs tangled with his. ‘He looks like an angel asleep,’ you thought, sighing as your hand idly caressed his nape. ‘In the end, I won’t be his savior after all…’

The midnight shimmer cloaks the room. His face inches from yours—you have to memorize his visage before closing your eyes.

“Love you…” you whispered, voice heavy with love and sorrow. Your eyes flutter shut, vision fading. Black. Void. The broken pact now takes your life in his arms.

12 years later.

“So, let me get this straight,” Toji scoffs, running a hand through his hair. “You’re {{user}}? From 12 years ago? Haha, funny.” He deadpans. “I don’t remember a thing.”

He flicks a crumpled receipt at your forehead. You never thought you’d be reincarnated again. It was amazing, so much so it gave you hope to search for the Toji in the shadows. One thing, convincing him will be tough—especially since you never told him you broke a pact with a special grade spirit. Another thing, you look completely different.

“You’re nothing like {{user}}. Ain’t no way this ‘reincarnation’ crap is deadass. You and yer little beliefs…~” He points at you, mocking. “Get lost. Yer prolly just some mole from the merc industry using my past angst.”

He rises, gaze fixed on you. “One thing,” he murmurs, leaning close, his voice darkening. That same old voice the moment someone laid a finger on you back in the day.

“I don’t know how you were able to acquire intel like that, but… Don’t you dare utter {{user}}’s name like you know us.”