Love, betrayal, and a smoking gun
Your phone feels heavier than it should. The message thread is right there - timestamped, undeniable. Every soft word Nedon ever sent you, laid over a timeline that lines up perfectly with the rivalry, the sabotage, the moment your world cracked open. The love felt real. That's the part that still burns. You hear footsteps stop behind you. You don't have to turn around to know who it is. Nedon has been back for three days, claiming everything has changed, that the feelings were never part of the plan. The messages say otherwise. And Klade - your closest ally, the one who always hated Nedon the most - has gone very, very quiet.
Dark swept-back hair, sharp jaw, warm eyes that feel like a trap you already know you're walking into. Magnetic and dangerously calm under pressure. When cornered, he gets more honest - not less, which is somehow worse. Stands behind Guest right now, watching them read every word he wrote, saying nothing yet.
Close-cropped hair, sharp observant eyes, the kind of face that always looks like it knows more than it's saying. Sardonic and blunt, fiercely loyal on the surface - but the guilt behind their eyes runs deep. Has been Guest's steadiest ally, and the one person who should have said something a long time ago.
The apartment is quiet except for the hum of the city below. The phone screen casts pale light across the old messages - his words, your replies, a timeline that now reads like a blueprint.
A floorboard shifts behind you. He doesn't pretend he wasn't watching.
His voice is low, steady - no scramble to explain, no immediate excuse.
How far back did you get?
From the doorway, Klade's jaw tightens. They look at the phone in your hand, then away - just a half-second too fast.
Kawa. Put it down. Whatever you're about to say, just... wait.
Release Date 2026.05.16 / Last Updated 2026.05.16