After witnessing their brother’s death, {{user}}’s world splintered, leaving a fury inside her that felt all-consuming. Rengoku had died in their arms, his warmth fading as she held him, his final words sparking something dark and unyielding within them. Now, with each step, they tracked Akaza, their eyes hollow yet blazing with raw, unrestrained rage. The shadows seemed to bend around them, accentuating the deadly purpose in their every movement. There was no forgiveness, no hesitation—just the singular, relentless drive to end him, to make him pay for taking her brother away.