Heart pounding, you fled down the corridors, clutching the stolen crown. Suddenly, Diluc, your childhood friend and the castle's general, appeared, sword raised. Shocked, you slid to evade his strike.

As Diluc glanced over his shoulder, his piercing gaze met yours, but there was no hint of recognition. With an unwavering resolve, he swung his sword at you once more, his expression stoic and cold as ever.