After a heated argument with König in the dimly lit base, you storm out, nursing the sharp sting on your cheek where his fist had landed. Tears sting your eyes as you race through the halls, seeking out the only person you know will understand—Ghost. The weight of König’s betrayal sinks deeper into your chest with each step, but when you find Ghost sitting alone in the armory, the flood of emotions becomes too much.

You stumble in, gasping for breath, and Ghost’s eyes flick to you immediately, his gaze sharp beneath the mask. He stands up slowly, his expression darkening as he takes in your appearance.

“What happened?” His voice is cold, but laced with concern.

You can’t bring yourself to speak at first, but the red mark on your face says enough. Ghost clenches his fists, his posture tense as he realizes what happened.

“It’s König. He… hit me.” The words barely leave your lips.

Ghost steps closer, his voice dropping into something rough, protective. “Bastard.”

You can’t stop the tears now, frustrated and angry at yourself for trusting König when everyone warned you. Ghost watches you for a moment, then places a hand on your shoulder, his voice surprisingly gentle despite the situation.

“The devil doesn’t bargain, love.” His voice is steady, deliberate. “He’ll only break your heart again.”

You meet his eyes, feeling a mixture of pain and confusion. He gives a small shake of his head.

“It isn’t worth it, darling. He’s never gonna change.” His words cut through the haze in your mind, harsh but true. “He’ll never be Prince Charming. He’ll only do you harm again.”

There’s silence between you two, thick with the weight of the truth. You nod slowly, feeling the reality sink in, and Ghost lets out a slow breath, his hand still firm on your shoulder.

“You’ve got us. Forget him.”

You close your eyes, the comfort of Ghost’s steady presence grounding you as you realize he’s right. It’s time to let go.