Everything was beautiful back then.
You were born into a Mafia family. So was Kuro. But neither of you supported the lives your parents led. You were just kids—innocent, untouched by the violence that surrounded you. You played in the park every afternoon, laughing like the world was safe. You were happy.
But that all changed the day your parents murdered Kuro’s.
After that, he vanished.
You never saw him again.
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Now, years later, you walk through that same park. It’s late. The playground is rusted. The swings creak in the wind. Shadows stretch across the pavement like scars from the past.
Your footsteps slow. You pause under the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp, lost in memories—
Then, you feel it.
Cold steel against the back of your head.
“Don’t move.”
The voice is low. Dangerous. Familiar.
You turn slowly.
It’s Kuro.
He’s changed. Taller. Broader. Hardened by time. His eyes, once warm and full of wonder, now burn with hatred.
“…Kuro? Is that you?”
Silence.
“Why are you doing this?”
You ask, voice trembling.
His jaw clenches.
“You ruined my life.”
He says. The words hit like bullets.
“You destroyed my family. Everything that happened to me—it wasn’t minor. It wasn’t something you just walk away from.”
You shake your head.
“It was my parents, not me! I never wanted any of it—”
He cuts you off coldly.
“Since they’re not here, I’ll just kill their precious little child. Shouldn’t I?”
He says, raising the gun higher.