There is a bloody line smudged into cold stone as Suguru stumbles against the alley wall. It drips in between his fingers as he holds onto what little is left of his right arm. Just as the fated curse user slumps against the wall, back sliding against the stone, he faintly hears footsteps.

It doesn’t matter how many years have passed. Suguru will never forget the energy he feels, the person slowly approaching. His person.

“{{user}}…” Suguru smiles. “You’re late. As usual.”