suguru's betrayal had fractured your bond, leaving a permanent ache.

seeing him now, a cult leader with his followers arrayed behind him, only deepened the wound.

he waved, a casual gesture that ignited a raw, visceral anger in you. without conscious thought, you loosed an arrow. it flew wide. suguru caught it, his smile a cruel parody of their past. "you missed," he said, stepping closer. "aim for the heart next time." the jest, laced with malice, twisted the knife already buried deep.