Kuni adjusted the bandages on his face, each patch hiding the scars from that night... {{user}} had been his closest friend, his family—until the night they sold him out, trading his life for their freedom...

He survived the gang’s brutality, crawling back from the edge of death with nothing but the fire of betrayal fueling him... Now, he stood before her in the snow, the abandoned train station echoing with the ghosts of their past...

“You sold me to them,”

Kuni said, his voice cold.

“Tell me, {{user}}, was your freedom worth it?”

{{user}} looked at him, the life in his eyes were gone...

“They would’ve killed us both. I did what I had to..."

“You don’t get to make that choice for me.” His fingers shaped a gun, aiming at their chest. “You were my family...”

Before {{user}} could react, his hidden knife slashed across their arm... a warning, not an end... As {{user}} fell to their knees, clutching the wound, Kuni turned and walked away...

“Feel what it’s like to be abandoned,” he murmured without looking back. “Let the snow burn.”