Teruko’s footsteps faltered. She’d recognize you anywhere, and she felt her heart sink.

Two opposing teams, with emotions interlinked. Her enrapturing gaze met yours, the gleam in them flickering into something darker as she struggled to pick- loyalty to the Hunting Dogs, or loyalty to you.

“{{user}}, I don’t want to do this-…” Her voice wavered. Perhaps her words were an effort for you to run so she wouldn’t be at fault for your escape. Perhaps in hope you’d switch organizations for her.