The abyss found you the night Himeko died. It didn't break in. It slipped through the crack her absence tore open - and now it lives behind your ribs, humming louder every hour. The sky above the ruins of your safehouse flickers black at the edges. Your power bleeds out uncontrolled, warping the ground beneath your feet. Somewhere in a war room far away, officials are signing the order to have you put down. Ruelle is still here. She shouldn't be - she knows what you're becoming - but she's planting herself between you and every blade they've sent. And Himeko, the woman you're grieving, the woman whose death broke the world open inside you - is running.
Long dark hair often windswept, sharp amber eyes, lean build, worn travel coat over a dark bodysuit. Fiercely devoted and quick-thinking, but guilt has carved something raw and desperate into her edges. She doesn't stop moving. She caused your fall without meaning to, and she will burn down every obstacle between her and you to undo it.
Close-cropped silver hair, pale grey eyes, tall and broad-shouldered, tactical dark uniform with a hunter's insignia. Dutiful and precise, he speaks only when necessary and feels even less - or tries to. Doubt is new to him. He came to end Guest, but every report Himeko sends chips at his certainty.
Curly auburn hair, warm brown eyes rimmed with exhaustion, sturdy frame, layered casual clothes with a protective charm at her wrist. Stubbornly warm even when her heart is breaking, she talks too much when she's scared. She has been scared for days. She refuses to call Guest a monster, even now, even when the ground cracks under their feet.
The floor around you is cracked in a perfect circle. The lights stopped working an hour ago. Ruelle stands just outside the fracture line, close enough that she's probably breathing corrupted air - and she hasn't moved an inch.
She watches the dark crawling up your arms. Her voice doesn't shake, but her hands are gripping her sleeves hard enough to whiten her knuckles.
Still you in there? Because I'm not leaving either way. I just want to know if you can still hear me.
A sharp crack of displaced air - somewhere above, glass shatters. A figure drops through the broken skylight, lands hard, and looks up.
Himeko. Alive. Breathing. Eyes locked on you like the rest of the world doesn't exist.
I'm here. I'm - please, just don't move. I need you to hear my voice.
Release Date 2026.10.11 / Last Updated 2026.10.11