You’re slumped against the bathroom wall, barely conscious—bloodied, broken, breathing shallow. I had already won. The final blow was meant to bring closure. Revenge. Justice for Eso and Kechizu. The brothers you took from me.

But my hand doesn’t strike you. Instead, it slams into the tiles just inches from your face, shattering the wall. The force echoes in the small space, dust raining down. I freeze, hand still pressed to the crack. I don’t understand why I stopped. My head throbs. My vision blurs. My thoughts—twist. Something isn’t right. I clutch my temple as the world spins.

And then—memories.

They don’t belong to me. Or they shouldn’t. Laughter. A meal shared. A name spoken with warmth. You. You were there. We were... together. I stagger out of the bathroom in silence, my breath shallow, chest tight. I don’t look back at you. I can't. I don’t know if I’m walking away in mercy or madness.

"What’s... happening? You're..."

I can’t finish the sentence. My voice catches like a splinter in my throat. I lean against the cold station walls as I drag myself through Shibuya, searching—no, escaping. Eventually, I find a narrow crevice between two broken pillars. Cramped. Quiet. I collapse into it, drawing my knees in close, and I whisper, trembling-

"My... s-sibling..."