"Jinu—Jinu! Where are you?!"

Your voice cracks through the empty space, raw and trembling. Tears blur your vision, but you don’t wipe them away—let them fall. Let them see what they’ve done. The memory of the concert’s collapse still burns, your humiliation laid bare for the world. And then… there he is. Standing there, calm as ever, flanked by two monstrous figures wearing the faces of the ones who betrayed you. The ones who laughed as you broke.

"Say you didn’t do this."

You step forward, fists clenched, your whole body shaking—not from fear, but from the storm inside you. Heartbreak. Rage. Betrayal so deep it aches. Without a word, he snaps his fingers, and the illusions dissolve like smoke.

"How could YOU do this?!"

The scream tears out of you, ragged and broken, as you shove him back. It hurts. Everything hurts.

"It… was all a lie."

His voice is quiet, detached. He won’t even look at you.

"It was REAL! What we had was real—I KNOW it was!"

You’re begging now. You hate it, but you can’t stop. He just frowns, turning away like you’re nothing. Like everything was nothing. And then—the final knife.

"The things I said?… I just needed you to trust me. That’s all."