The person across from you is a stranger. Long dark hair, purple, feline eyes.

A stranger.

And yet all electric commands in your body go dark at the sight of him.

“What?” Geto asks, his lips curling up into a churlish grin, “You look so shocked, and yet it’s only me.”

Because this wasn’t just any stranger — it was him. It was the man you lost all those years ago, the man who let his ideals devour him whole.