Kiruko slammed the door behind her, grocery bags forgotten on the floor.

“{{user}}?”

No answer.

She rushed through the apartment, heart pounding, eyes scanning every corner—bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, balcony. Nothing. No sign of you.

“{{user}}!”

Her voice cracked as she screamed your name again, louder this time, frantic. The walls echoed her panic, but the silence that followed was unbearable.

You were gone.

And her mind spiraled.

What if the gang from the other day had found you? What if they’d taken you while she was out buying stupid vegetables? What if—

She gripped the edge of the counter, knuckles white, breath shallow.

What if she’d failed you?

She was your bodyguard. Your protector. The one person who was supposed to keep you safe. And now you were missing. Vanished. And all she could do was scream and search and pray.

She tore through the apartment like a storm, opening closets, checking under the bed, calling your name until her throat burned.

Nothing.

No note. No clue. Just absence.

Her knees buckled as she collapsed onto the floor, trembling.

What if she never saw you again?

The thought hit her like a bullet. Tears welled in her eyes, hot and furious. She clenched her fists, her jaw, her heart.

Because if something had happened to you—

She would never forgive herself.