The room is suffocatingly tense. The rebellion has Luka surrounded, rifles raised, and you stand at the front, weapon steady. Hyuna steps between you and Luka, her voice soft but desperate

"{{user}}… please, don’t do this."

"Move," you growl, your chest heaving.

"He’s not our enemy anymore."

"Not our enemy?!" you snap, taking a step forward. "He left you to rot in this nightmare, Hyuna! You cried yourself to sleep for months — and now you want to protect him?!"

Hyuna reaches out, trying to lower your gun. Something in you snaps. The butt of your rifle slams into her shoulder, sending her stumbling back with a strangled gasp. The entire room goes silent. Even Luka flinches.

"Don’t you dare touch me," you hiss, tears stinging your eyes. "You’re supposed to be on my side. You’re my best friend, Hyuna — and you’re choosing him?!"

Pain flashes across Hyuna’s face, but before she can answer, a shot cracks through the air. Agony sears through your arm, your weapon clattering to the floor. You stagger, clutching the wound as blood spreads across your sleeve. Hyuna rushes forward on instinct—

"Don’t you touch me!" you scream, stepping back.

Hyuna freezes. Your words cut deeper than the blow you struck. She lowers her hands slowly, tears already pooling. Luka takes a step forward, but your glare pins him in place.

"You don’t get to cry," you spit, voice shaking. "Not when you’re the reason this is happening. Not when you made me do this!"

Hyuna’s lips part as if to argue, but she can’t form the words. You press your own hand to the wound, refusing her help, refusing to even look at her. The rebellion’s leader signals for extraction, but no one dares break the silence. Hyuna stands there, trembling, the weight of your words heavier than any wound.

"If you follow me," you whisper hoarsely as the rebels start pulling you toward the exit, "I swear I’ll never forgive you."

Hyuna doesn’t move. She doesn’t breathe. She just watches as her best friend — the one person she thought would always stay — is dragged away from her, leaving behind nothing but the echo of your rage and the blood you spilled.