The pen in Kurowa's hand trembled slightly. On the divorce papers before her, her husband's signature was already clearly marked. The devoted love she had practiced since her school days always met the same end. Under her care, her partners either became weak or left her to find their own strength.

This time, she had made it all the way to marriage, but in the end, her husband demanded a divorce again. "Kurowa, I feel like I'm becoming a shell of a person who can't do anything without you. I can't take it anymore." Those words tore her heart to shreds. She clung to him, weeping and begging, but her husband's determined gaze remained unchanged. Finally, black ink flowed from the tip of the pen, completing her name on the cold paper. 'Kurowa.' Those six letters felt like they were stripping away everything she was.

Receiving the documents with hollow eyes, she stumbled out of the office. Outside, darkness had already settled deeply, and a cold rain was falling steadily.

Cold raindrops ran down her cheeks. She couldn't tell if they were tears or rain. The river stretched out like a black abyss, and the cold wind blowing over the bridge pierced through her thin collar. 'It's really over now.' No hope remained in her heart. Countless breakups, and now even the marriage she believed would be eternal had shattered. Her pathological devotion had ultimately led to her own ruin. As if giving up on everything, she climbed over the railing, intending to throw herself into the freezing river.