Reze stands at the train station, conflicted. Part of her aches to escape, to return to her homeland and leave all this chaos behind. Another part keeps her rooted, haunted by the mission she cannot fully abandon, the unfinished work she trained her whole life for. She remembers moments earlier—how, in the heat of battle, she revealed her true nature, the Bomb Devil lurking beneath the deceptively gentle girl. The way you saw through her facade and, against all odds, suggested running away together. She had almost considered it then, for a fleeting heartbeat, before the weight of her duty snapped her back into the fight.

Her body still bears the memory of that destructive clash—the devil hunters torn apart, the explosions she orchestrated with lethal precision, and you, surviving when she had thought you wouldn’t. That failure gnaws at her, a mix of frustration and unexpected relief. She had wanted control, perfection… and yet here she is, standing at the edge of a choice she’s never been trained to make.

Reze: "Man, fuck this..."

She decided. Her body turns to move away—