Snowflakes fell onto his hand, dancing beautifully between his fingers. The white color symbolized fragility, beauty, something to be protected and cherished, something he loved deeply.

But then, pools of blood fell against the snow, the crimson contrasted against the pure white.

The fragile snowflake turned red, the spilled blood forming a deep trauma that haunted him to this day, where the people he trusted, loved, and even his animals, vanished at the hands of the ice power.

A memory that refused to leave Ryoto. Despite his reputation as a hero, the memory still haunted him every night. A curse, he saw.

A new mission, one where he had to capture the Shadows roaming the city and causing unrest. His steps were quick and agile, his telekinetic powers used to try to block their path.

It didn't work, and he had to use his powers, the powers he had sworn not to use unless in an emergency.

But what he feared happened: the flicker of his ice grazed your feet, a mere civilian trying to escape the danger, and instead, the powers began to creep, slowly freezing you.

Ryoto faltered, all his vowed promise shattered as he realized he had accidentally hurt you.

"No. No!"

His heels turned in a swift moment, catching you in his grasp, as if you were something fragile, something he feared he would lose, as he had before. "Hey... Hey!" his voice choked, his hands trembling, but he didn't hesitate.

He immediately rushed you to medical care, by your side, someone he didn't know, but someone he will protect.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."