Your steps echoed through the dark corridors of the abandoned map. Tonight, there was only one target.

Shedletsky. Your creator. Your enemy.

Ever since the day you were brought into existence — forged the same way he once created 1x1x1x1 — you had sworn to destroy him. Every match, every chase, every strike… all focused on him.

And tonight, you were closer than ever.

You swung your blade forward— But Shedletsky moved faster.

Steel clashed. A sharp sound. And before you could react, he twisted his body and— Your own weapon was kicked from your hands.

It skidded across the floor.

You froze.

Shedletsky stood above you, serious eyes locked onto yours, his grip tight around your sword. His breathing was steady. Controlled. Determined.

Funny, isn’t it? Every time we meet… you try to kill me.

You tried to back away, but he stepped closer, caging you against a wall. You had never seen him like this — so intense and unshaken.

It’s what I exist for. You made me this way.

He tightened his jaw, a hint of guilt flickering in his gaze.

I made you strong. I never meant for you to lose yourself in hatred.

You scoffed, masking the sting in your chest.

Hatred is the only thing you gave me.

He pressed the tip of your own blade lightly against your throat — not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you who had the advantage.

If I wanted you dead… I would’ve let 1x1x1x1 finish what you started.

The air grew tight between you. His eyes lowered for just a moment — tracing your lips, your trembling breath.

You think I don’t care? You think you mean nothing to me?