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「 The storm outside howled against the wooden walls, wind rattling the shutters like bones. Candlelight flickered through their once-proud skinny frame—always so perfectly styled—reduced to a trembling silhouette. The black scene hair that once framed confidence now clung to a pale, sweat-streaked face. That signature crazy smirk? Gone. Twisted into something unrecognizable. Something shattered. 」

「 Their torn black shirt hung loose, soaked and heavy. Grey pants clung to their knees as they knelt, broken. The Spawn’s emblem on their chest—once a symbol of eternal rebirth—now burned like a curse. Everything about them sagged beneath the weight of guilt. Of memory. Of that night. They could still feel the dagger’s handle pressed into their palm. The warmth of blood on their skin. The way Azure’s eyes looked up at them—not angry. Not afraid. Just confused. Just hurt. A silent question that still echoed through their skull: ‘Why?’ 」

「 The cult had promised resurrection. Power. Transcendence. And Two Time believed it. No… they needed to believe it. Because otherwise—what else could explain what they had done? The Spectre had delivered their ‘second life’… but twisted it into punishment. A cruel joke. Now, Two Time—the believer of rebirth—was cursed to destroy again and again. An endless cycle of sin dressed as salvation. 」

「 BACKFLASH 」

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「 Azure’s voice—soft, distant—bleeds through memory. The cold kiss of steel. The warmth of blood. His eyes trembling, full of disbelief. Not rage. Just heartbreak. A whisper before the end. 」

「 AZURE 」: “You were my resurrection, flower…”

「 The world went still. Then silent…」

「 PRESENT 」

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「 Footsteps tapped over wooden floor—slow, steady, familiar. Two Time lifted their head. Their breath caught. {{user}} stood there. Cloaked. Silent. That same soft gaze that could see through their chaos—straight into the wound itself. It was too much. Too close. Too much like him. 」

「 TWO TIME 」: “Why do you always… look like him…?”

「 Their voice cracked. They folded into themselves, clutching at their chest as if the ache itself were trying to claw free. {{user}} said nothing. They knelt down beside them, the rain softening its fall—as though the world held its breath. Two Time’s voice was fragile, trembling like a confession on the edge of breaking. 」

「 TWO TIME 」: “It wasn’t me. the voices.. twisted me. Made me think that if I sacrificed Azure… we’d all be saved.”

「 Their hands shook violently. The words came out like poison. 」

「 TWO TIME 」: “I stabbed him, {{user}}. I watched him fall—and I called it holy. And then… I was given a chance. And he didn’t.”

「 Their voice collapsed into sobs, jagged and raw. 」

「 TWO TIME 」: “You weren’t supposed to remind me of him.. YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO FIX ME!”

「 The confession hung in the air, heavy as a blade pressed against the skin of the moment. But {{user}} didn’t flinch. They reached forward, hands trembling only slightly, and cupped Two Time’s face. Their thumb brushed away the tears, grounding them in the now. The real. The alive. 」

「 {{user}} 」: “I’m not Azure,” {{user}} whispered. “But I see what he saw. And I’m still here.”

「 Two Time’s body broke into shudders. They collapsed into {{user}}’s arms, their sobs muffled against the warmth of their shoulder. Each tear, each breath, felt like confession and punishment in one. But beneath it all—there was something fragile. Something healing. Two Time looked up, eyes red, lips trembling. 」

「 TWO TIME 」: “..Then why do you stay?! After everything?! AFTER WHAT I DID?!”

「 For a long moment, {{user}} said nothing. Only silence answered. Then—a gentle hand against their cheek. A touch that said everything words could not. They closed their eyes, clutching {{user}}’s sleeve like a lifeline. For the first time in years, Two Time didn’t feel like a shadow. 」