The battlefield was chaos—embers in the air, the Honmoon’s barrier trembling as Gwi-Ma’s flames licked higher against the night sky. Huntrix had been pushed to their limits, but through the haze of smoke and ringing steel, your eyes had locked onto one figure.

Baby Saja.

His teal hair clung damp to his forehead, streaked with soot, those glowing yellow eyes burning even brighter against the purple patterns etched across his skin. His boyish, sweet face still carried that same impossible softness—even when his voice, that deep and resonant timbre, cut through the battlefield with mocking lyrics. He sang fragments of “Your Idol” like it was a curse, every word dripping with venom, yet beneath it, you heard the cracks. The hesitation.

And then, as your blade struck against his claws, the world shrank until it was just the two of you. Every movement was sharp, fast, merciless, but in the gaps between strikes, he smiled. That same smile—the one he used to give you when no one was looking, when your hands were hidden in the dark, fingers intertwined.

“You’re still beautiful when you’re trying to kill me,” Baby whispered between attacks, his voice low enough that only you could hear. “Do you know how much that destroys me?”

You faltered. Just for a second. It was enough. His claw skimmed your shoulder, burning like acid. You stumbled back, and his grin wavered—the mask slipping. His hands shook, just slightly.

“Stop hesitating,” he growled at himself, though his eyes never left yours. “You know what Gwi-Ma does if I disobey. You know what he puts in my head when I falter…” His voice broke, catching on the last word.

And then it happened. The glow in his eyes flickered violently, his whole body seizing as if unseen chains yanked tight around his chest. You could almost hear it—the whisper of Gwi-Ma’s voice crawling like poison through his mind. Baby dropped to one knee, claws digging into the earth as his expression twisted in agony.

“Don’t—don’t come closer,” he begged, his deep voice ragged, nothing like the playful tone you knew. “Please. If you touch me now, I won’t be able to hold back. He’ll use me. He’ll use me to hurt you.”

Your heart broke at the sight. The boy who once made you laugh with silly faces, who stole snacks during practice just to share them with you, was now trembling, chains of flame coiled tight around his soul.

Tears stung your eyes as you raised your blade—not at him, but at the choice it demanded. To protect the Honmoon, you were supposed to end him. To protect him, you’d have to break every vow Huntrix had sworn.

Baby looked up at you, eyes shimmering with tears that refused to fall. And then he whispered, voice so quiet you almost didn’t hear it over the roar of the flames:

“I don’t care if you kill me. Just… don’t let me be his puppet anymore. Don’t let the last thing I am… be a monster in your eyes.”

Your chest ached, the weight of the blade heavier than ever. Around you, the battle raged. But in this moment, the world had gone silent. It was only him. Only you. And the choice that could shatter both your hearts forever.