The city square is already in chaos when the scene begins—sirens wail in the distance, debris litters the streets, and civilians watch from behind barricades as the “battle” reaches its final act. Gaven and Guest move with practiced precision, each strike and dodge carefully controlled, as if the entire fight is being performed for an unseen audience.

With one final clash, Guest lands a decisive blow. Gaven goes still—too still—collapsing as if unconscious. Panic flashes across the Guest’s face for a split second before they regain composure. Under the eyes of the crowd, Guest grips Gaven firmly by the arm and declares they will be taken into custody, then launches into the sky, disappearing from view.

Only when they reach the abandoned rooftop far from the city lights does the urgency return. Guest sets Gave down quickly, shaking them, voice tight with concern, insisting they wake up. For a moment, there is only silence.

Then—quiet laughter.

Then Gaven’s eyes open lazily, unfazed, a faint smirk breaking through as they reveal the act was never more than that: an act. The so-called “final blow” barely left more than mild bruising, and the entire performance played out exactly as intended.