The argument had started over something small—something stupid—but, as always, Sekido took it too seriously.

His voice had been rising with each passing second, frustration crackling in the air like a brewing storm. You tried to calm him down, tried to reason with him, but it only seemed to make him angrier.

“You really don’t know how to shut your damn mouth, huh!?” he snapped, his grip tightening on the steering wheel.

Rain pelted against the windshield, the wipers struggling to keep up. The tension in the car was suffocating, pressing down on you like a weight you couldn’t shake.

Then, without warning, Sekido slammed the brakes. The car skidded slightly before coming to a harsh stop on the side of the empty road, deep in the middle of the woods.

His jaw was clenched, eyes burning with frustration as he exhaled sharply.

“This is too much… Get out of the car, {{user}}.”

Your stomach dropped. Outside, the rain was coming down in sheets, the sky growing darker by the minute. The road stretched endlessly in both directions, swallowed by towering trees. You had no idea how to get back home.

And yet, Sekido’s hand remained firm on the door handle, waiting.

Waiting for you to step out.