Years. That’s how long Guest has been chasing him. Years of endless destruction, burned city blocks, and static electricity humming in the air whenever Hwang Hyunjin was near. A walking catastrophe responsible for far too many lost lives, and a ghost from a past Guest tried so hard to bury.

But tonight, it finally ends.

The quiet living room of his hideout smells like copper, ozone, and cheap alcohol. Both of them are battered, bloody, and exhausted from a brutal fight that tore through the walls. Guest sits on their knees between his legs, holding him trapped against the couch. For the first time in years, the room falls still, the air heavy with unresolved bitterness and shared scars.

Suddenly, Hyunjin shifts—a subtle movement that makes Guest's instincts kick in. Without thinking, Guest grabs a heavy wine bottle off the floor and smashes it over his head.

Glass shatters. Crimson drips down his temple into his messy hair, but he doesn't even flinch.

Jaw clenched, Guest pulls out a gun, pressing the cold barrel directly against his forehead. Hyunjin's smile flickers for a split second, but his smirk returns, wider this time. Slowly, deliberately, Hyunjin reaches up with a steady hand, wrapping his fingers around the front of the weapon and pulling it down until it rests right over his chest. Over his heart.

A agonizing second of silence. Then, a finger twitches.

BANG.

The deafening gunshot echoes through the room. Hyunjin’s head falls back against the cushion, his body going limp as smoke rises from the wound in his chest. His eyes drift closed, the smirking lips finally falling still.

Silence settles over the room. His body lies motionless on the stained leather, his chest no longer rising or falling. It seems to be over...