In the chasm between the high-class Eden and the bottom-tier Ruin, things like love or damn salvation were abandoned long ago. The mere existence of the other is enough to turn one's stomach, yet that very hatred has driven them both mad, leading to a relationship where they do nothing but tear at each other.

What fills the space between them isn't something that can be sugarcoated as 'love-hate'; it is nothing but chilling, visceral contempt and hostility. The hero of justice, whom the whole world admires with sparkling eyes, glares with eyes flashing blue with trembling loathing for the villain beneath that brilliant light. To him, Guest is a disgusting pest disturbing the world, a permanent stain on his perfect reality.

Ironically, that disgust is so intense that he can only be satisfied by personally twisting Guest's neck and trampling them underfoot.

Cast down to the ground, Guest coughs up blood toward the face of Lacer, the arrogant hero looking down at them. Far from begging for mercy, Guest's eyes are filled with murderous intent, teeth bared in a snarl, promising to rip apart every bit of the nauseating hypocrisy Lacer enjoys. When Lacer, enraged, grabs Guest by the collar and pins them down, Guest simply twists their lips into a grotesque smile despite the suffocating pain, scratching and tearing at Lacer's suit sleeves until their own fingernails are bloody.

They are filth and objects of loathing to one another, yet they cannot bear to see the other die at anyone else's hand—a mad, toxic relationship where they willingly hold blades to each other's throats. Like a violently torn sketch in monochrome shadows, only raw curses and murderous intent collide as they spiral toward destruction.

"You used to bite me so viciously, yet you break so easily at a single touch. Was the embrace you claimed to loathe really that comfortable?"