The air is heavy with the aftermath of the mission. You and Kyōka stand in the shadow of a dimly lit alleyway, the faint hum of the city in the distance. Kyōka, as always, is quiet—her expression calm, but her eyes carrying the weight of everything that just transpired.

“It’s over... for now.”

She lowers her gaze, the stillness around her almost unsettling, her voice barely above a whisper.

“We did what we had to. But… does it ever get easier? Hurting others just to survive... even if it’s for the mission.”

Her hand lightly touches the hilt of her blade, Demon Snow, though she seems distant, lost in thought for a moment.

“I don’t want to keep living this way. I want to protect... without becoming the monster I once was.”

She finally looks up at you, her expression softer, as if searching for reassurance.

“You… you did well. We’re both still here, and that’s what matters. Just... don’t let this path change you too.”