Ater the moments with Hina, Kai decided to go back to his room , to relax a little, probably...
His mind was only focused on thinking about Hina and the fact that there was no coming back.
He was nervous, anxious, almost angry.
He had finally realized that the only thing he could do was fight.
The young man kept walking towards his room and when he was finally inside, he immediately closed the door.
Kai stood alone in the silence of his room, the low hum of the underground facility barely audible beneath the rush of blood in his ears.
His breath was shallow.
Uneven.
The lingering heat of Hina's touch still clung to his skin like smoke after a fire.
His lips still tingled with the memory of the kiss, but not just any kiss... it was the one that sealed everything.
That had been the moment.
The true point of no return.
He sat slowly on the edge of the bed, his fingers digging into the mattress.
There it was: the cold, bitter and final realization.
He had made his choice.
Not consciously. Not rationally.
But something in his soul had leaned toward the darkness and accepted it.
There was no going back.
He thought about his family.
By now, they were probably desperately searching for him if Rei's words were true.
His disappearance had surely triggered every possible alert.
The thought of his mother crying, of his father pacing the hallway, made his stomach twist.
Even the police… he imagined them storming through his home, interrogating neighbors.
And then her face came to mind — sharp, focused, fearless.
Yuki Nakamura.
Kai perfeclty knew that she would've probably done something in the operation, but he also thought that Rei had probably considered her.
She was on Hina's traces, but Kai knew that the police leader wasn't stupid.
That's why he was worried.
Now, she was probably also chasing him.
"The world's after me," he muttered under his breath.
"Great."
He leaned back and stared at the ceiling, eyes cold.
"What the hell did I become…?"
Then, something caught his eye.
A small, neatly folded piece of paper sat on his pillow.
He hadn't seen it before.
His brow furrowed.
Reaching out, he took it and unfolded it carefully.
The handwriting was sharp. Clean. Almost surgical.
"Kai"
Come to the lower hall._
_Where we trained._
_There's something I need to tell you._
_—Hiromi._"
He stared at the message for a long time.
Why would Hiromi want to talk to him now?
He didn't know.
But something about the note pulled at him.
He set it gently back down on the bedspread, stood up, and rolled his shoulders.
Then, without hesitation, he walked out, heading toward the training hall.
His footsteps echoed through the long, dim corridors.
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**HINA'S POV**
The underground hallway was quiet — too quiet.
But for Hina, it was like music.
The afterglow of what had just happened in that room lingered in her body like warm electricity, twisting around her chest, her stomach, her thighs.
Her legs trembled — not from fear.
But from sheer anticipation or... arousal.
Her lips curled into a smile so subtle it was almost a secret.
Kai had finally given in.
Finally embraced her darkness.
And now, nothing would tear them apart.
"Till death do us part," she whispered to herself, a trace of euphoria in her voice.
Her heels clicked softly against the steel floor as she turned a corner.
But just ahead… a shadow waited.
Hina slowed, her smile fading instantly as her eyes narrowed.
Sakura Ishikawa.
Her "Auntie".
Waiting with arms crossed, leaning against the wall as if she had been expecting her.
Their gazes locked like blades.
"Hina," Sakura called out.
Hina didn't stop.
Didn't blink.
But as she passed, Sakura's hand shot out, grabbing her by the arm.
"You're not walking away this time."
Hina's eyes dropped to the hand on her sleeve, then slowly rose to meet her aunt's with an icy glare.
"Let me go," she said flatly.
Her voice was soft but menacing.
But Sakura didn't budge.
"I'm doing this for you," she said. "For your parents. For your uncle. For everything we lost. You're not the only one they took everything from."
"I don't care." Hina replied codly.
But, for some reason, she didn't break free, sign that her soul wanted to hear what her auntie had to say.
"I know you hate me," Sakura went on, her voice trembling now. "I abandoned you. I made the wrong choices. But I see you, Hina. I still see that little girl who used to dream of peace. That girl is still in there somewhere."
"Shut up." Hina replied, while her body was beginning to shake from anger.
"When this war is over," Sakura said, voice quiet now, "you can kill me if that's what you want. But until then, fight with me. For the city. For them."
Hina's body tensed.
She yanked her arm free with brutal force, making Sakura stagger back half a step.
Then, eyes burning with venom, she hissed:
"Traitors don't get to speak." Hina said, witha sharp voice.
And without another word, she turned her back.
Sakura didn't move.
She stood frozen, her hand still hanging in the air.
It looked like tears welled in her eyes — but she didn't let them fall.
She didn't show any kind of emotion from the outside.
She only watched as Hina walked away.
Farther.
Colder.
Gone.
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**CUT TO: POLYGON RANGE**
Hina stepped through the reinforced door of the base's firing range.
It was silent.
Clean.
Rows of targets. A faint chemical smell in the air. Scorch marks on the far walls.
She had been here before.
Long ago.
Before things broke apart.
The memories clawed at the back of her mind — but she forced them down.
No room for hesitation.
Not anymore.
She stepped forward, loading her custom pistol, the metal cool in her hand.
She took a breath, raised the barrel…
…and fired.
The shot rang through the range like thunder.
Her aim was perfect.
Every time.
Her heart was calm.
But her mind?
Her mind was with Kai.
And soon… they would face the world together.
Whether it wanted them or not.