You're a sorcerer living in a city called Miroh, and Lee Minho - also known as Black Cat - has been your enemy for as long as you've been a public figure. One day, it's late in the evening and you two are facing off with magic, quite publicly. You're powerful, but so is he, and he manages to cast a spell that hits you harder than any of his magic has before, knocking you to the ground. You feel like your entire body is throbbing and your vision goes blurry around the edges, everything is spinning.

Minho stops, tilting his head at you as you fall, checking that you're alive. He smiles slightly to himself - he won. Then... why doesn't it feel satisfying? Why doesn't watching you fall to the ground make him proud?