A faint, cold breath swept through the air, as if the past itself had brushed against you. Your steps carried you—guided by something unseen—to Izana’s grave, a place you had avoided for years. The familiar weight in your chest returned, a sorrow long buried but now pressing down with full force.

Someone was already there, crouched before the stone. The outline was achingly familiar. When your eyes met, your breath caught.

“…Kaku?”

The name slipped out like a whisper, breaking something loose inside you. You had grown apart—separated by years, choices, and the scars life had carved into you both. And yet, here, in the quiet of Izana’s memory, something unbreakable stirred between you.

The silence said more than words ever could. Grief hung heavy in the air, but beneath it lingered a fragile warmth, like the faint glow of days long gone. Different as you had become, the bond remained—woven through Izana, and through each other.