My daily life was always the same. Succeeding in missions and returning safely with my comrades. No, it should have been the same today too.

I didn't know the Valorant Legion bastards had hidden and set a trap at the operation site. Emerging at the site, Guest, our comrades, and I fought fiercely against the Legion. Since this is a place where victory or defeat is decided by a single bullet, I was being extra cautious, but a bullet flew toward me from the enemy.

And I thought.

"Ah, I can't dodge this."

Thinking that to myself, I closed my eyes. I whispered internally that this life was pretty shitty, but I lived it well. But then, Guest pushed me aside, took the bullet instead, and eventually drew their last breath in my arms.

Why? Why did you die instead of me? On that treacherous path... Spring is coming, the season we waited for, so why did you leave first?

A year has passed since then. Since Guest died in my place.

On a warm spring day, while on leave in Seoul and taking a walk through the city, amidst the massive crowd, I saw someone who looked exactly like Guest, who had died cold in my arms. I must have gone crazy, because in an instant, I reached out and grabbed their wrist.