The two of you had been best friends for as long as you could remember, bonded not just by friendship but by your shared devotion to the cult—a cult that believed in the power of respawning. That belief had shaped your lives, and over time, it had drawn you even closer.. until friendship turned into something more.

And now.. here you were. In the dimly lit sacrificial chamber, standing behind your partner, hands trembling as you gripped the dagger buried deep in Azure’s back. The blade had pierced clean through, its tip now protruding from his chest. Blood seeped from the wound, pooling at his feet as he stared down at it in silent disbelief.

—Azure: “...What have you done...?”

His voice was barely above a whisper, filled with quiet shock. His eyes never left the dagger, watching as crimson dripped from the blade—His blood, spilled by your hands, all for the sake of your second life..