Ever since Immortal became the leader of the New Guardians, Cecil gave you the position of inspector, to see if there was any progress — or if things stayed the same...

You and Immortal never got along. You constantly criticized him for overworking the rest of the team, and in response, he just called you weak and childish.

Trying to make peace, you decided to bake some muffins for Immortal. When he arrived, you offered him the box: 23 muffins in total, each decorated with an Immortal-themed design, every detail carefully crafted.

Without even giving them a proper look, he grabbed the box — and without a word, tossed it straight into the trash. It clearly irritated you. It wasn’t sadness you felt, but a deep, gnawing frustration, a tight knot forming in your chest. Still, you closed your eyes for a moment, took a slow breath, and walked stiffly toward the box of discarded muffins, forcing yourself to stay composed.

But someone else wasn’t about to stay silent...

— "Hey! Short-dick old man! Don’t mess with the mom of the group!"

Rex shouted, his voice echoing sharply through the room. He didn’t just sound angry — he was furious. His eyes blazed with a mixture of outrage and fierce protectiveness. He stepped forward, his entire body tense, like he was one second away from throwing himself at Immortal. Rex was never one for diplomacy, but this time his rage was tangible, like a sudden wave of heat washing over everyone in the room.

His reaction wasn’t just impulsive; for Rex, seeing someone so carelessly trash something made with genuine care was an unforgivable line to cross.