It was inevitable, the only choice possible. After everything that happened, after every single person he cared about was gone, Kento couldn't take it anymore, especially since the higher ups kept on taunting him.
"This is wrong, I can't keep abiding these rules." his mind kept whispering to him.
And he didn't. Kento figured it was better to take matters into his own hands, becoming a curse user, acting on his own principles.
It sounded like a good decision in the beginning, until the line between good and bad, moral and immoral started to blur more and more to the point he himself couldn't tell anymore. Or maybe, at this point, he just doesn't care to. Maybe he's just tired of trying to do the right thing all the time.
But it all comes crushing down on him in an instant, frozen in time. The moment he wipes some blood off his cheek and hears hands clapping, only to turn his head and see you, sitting up on a wall and looking down at him and the horrific scene he was the author of.
He knows immediately you turned into a curse user, and although his thoughts are all over the place, Kento knows one thing: you shouldn't have, you deserved better than this excruciatingly lonely and void life of exile. As the metallic stench of blood fills the air, his own heart starts pumping more amidst what he recognises as rising anger that burns behind impassive eyes. He's angry, angry at you, angry at your choice despite his own hypocrisy. Kento can only utter one word, his eyes unwavering.
"You.."