It started out simple enough. Megumi Fushiguro and I were close, sharing laughs, trading off in training, and always having each other's backs. We were teammates, allies, friends, and I trusted him completely. But that trust began to break—slowly at first, like a crack forming on the surface of ice, barely noticeable.

It wasn’t one big event, but small moments that piled up. A word here, a cold stare there. He’d brush me off, be distant when we were supposed to work together, and I felt his distance growing. I tried to talk to him, tried to reach out, but every time I did, I got a wall. Then came the day he turned his back completely.

"You’re not cut out for this," Megumi said one night after a mission, his voice flat. "I thought you were better than that."

The words hit harder than any curse ever could. My fists clenched, but I said nothing. His eyes—cold, indifferent—told me everything I needed to know.