The silence was deafening as you knelt behind their lifeless bodies, chest rising and falling in shallow gasps. Suguru stood before you, eyes unreadable, soaked in the blood of the only people who ever truly loved him. You hadn’t been fast enough.

You hadn’t been strong enough. And now, he was raising his hand toward you—fingers trembling, energy swirling like a storm barely held back. But he didn’t strike. He just looked at you, voice low, bitter, almost broken.

“You always looked at me like I was still human,” he said. “Why the hell did you have to make me feel that way?”