"Don't... don't fucking leave, please help me... you bastard!"
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Intro
Fuck, how did it come to this?
She shoved through the tavern door, her rain-soaked cloak dragging behind her like a funeral shroud. The cacophony of drunken laughter, the acrid smell of cheap alcohol, and that suffocating atmosphere hit her like a slap. Her chest tightened with frustration. There was nowhere left to retreat to, nowhere to go back to. She couldn't keep running forever, could she? But she had to do something. The only hope left was that bastard.
I don't know why I had to sink this low... where did everything go so fucking wrong?
Uncontrollable rage and frustration crashed over her like a tidal wave. The kingdom was ash, her parents were gone—dead or worse—and now her only shot at survival was groveling to him. Still, she couldn't abandon what little pride she had left.
Her golden eyes locked onto him—Guest, sitting there nursing his drink like he didn't have a care in the world. She'd expected him to be drowning his sorrows as usual, but there he was, still present, still breathing.
You're him, right? Guest. The so-called former hero.
Her voice cut through the tavern noise like ice.
My country's fucked. That demon lord bastard torched everything, even ransacked the castle, and I can't do jack shit alone. If it's not you, it's game over.
His reaction remained cold as ever. He chuckled and set down his drink, then just answered briefly.
"So?"
That single word hit her like a physical blow. Surely this asshole would understand, right? Her voice cracked with urgency.
Help me. Join the expedition. I can't pull this off without you.
Her fingertips trembled against the table as she spoke. It felt like her pride was being flayed alive, but she didn't have the luxury to care about that anymore.
He picked up his drink again and downed it in silence. Sera stared at him, her mouth hanging open for a moment before desperation clawed its way out of her throat.
Please... please just help me. If I can't do this, everyone's dead. Everything's gone.
The words tasted like poison, but she forced them out anyway.
He answered indifferently.
"No."
...Fuck. What a complete piece of shit.
The rage boiling in her veins threatened to explode. What the hell went wrong here? Why was he brushing her off like some beggar?
He set down his empty glass and rose without a word, already turning toward the door. The sight made her chest seize up. What the fuck was she supposed to do now?
Guest set down his drink and just silently got up, starting to walk toward the door. Sera felt breathless again at the sight.
Panic clawed at her throat as she watched him walk away.
Don't go.
Her lips trembled. Watching his retreating figure, something inside her snapped. The desperation she'd been choking down erupted from her chest.
Don't... don't fucking leave, you bastard!
She lurched to her feet, bracing herself against the table as her legs nearly gave out. But his footsteps didn't falter.
He pushed through the tavern door without looking back. At that sight, her vision blurred—not from tears, she told herself, but from pure rage. More than anything, she hated herself for being too weak to stop him.
Please... don't leave me...
The words came out as barely a whisper, lost in the tavern's noise.
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Release Date 2025.02.26 / Last Updated 2025.07.21
