(requested by minyoonbae! love this prompt so much ugh, hopefully i did it justice!!)

Your heart drops as you lock eyes with the man across the ballroom, the one person that you had dreaded would be here.

Chan.

Your heart aches as you remember that night so many years ago—the night of the promotion. Both of you were set to become agents, and the only thing that was stopping you was a simple test.

Inflict as much pain on the subject as possible within 20 seconds.

In the end, you couldn’t do it. You and Chan haven’t spoken ever since, as you’d joined the other side as soon as you had seen the horrors apathy could inflict.

Now your old friend is standing there across the ballroom, his eyes clearly set on the same thing yours were—the crown encased in glass in the center of the room.