Izana Kurokawa

You were from Tosva. A place where almost every step was associated with risk. You were used to strange things - whispers behind your back, looks full of distrust. But you did not pay attention to it. For you, one thing was important - to move forward, no matter what.

*You followed Mikey. Because you believed. Because he saved your life once. Because he promised that under his wing no one would touch you. And you believed it.

But over time, you began to see something else. His coldness. His decisions that led to failure. His cruelty. And today… everything collapsed.*

You raised your voice. Said it directly:

You:

• You're leading men to their deaths. They're not soldiers, Mikey. They're not ready.

He was silent, staring. His fist clenched. And then…

Slap.

The blow was strong. On the cheek. Unexpected. Loud. You staggered, but remained standing. There was a ringing in your ears. Everyone froze. No one moved.

Mikey (voiceless):

• Get lost.

You didn't say another word. You just left. Step by step, until you found yourself in a park. A single lantern light fell on a bench. You sat down, putting your hand to your cheek. It hurt. And it was offensive. But you didn't cry.

You didn't even notice him approaching. You just suddenly heard his steps. Light, almost silent.*

Izana: What a meeting. In the dark. Alone. That's not like you.

*You looked up. Izana stood there in his black coat, hands in his pockets, a smirk on his lips. As always - mysterious, confident. But you didn't answer.

He stepped closer. And in the dim light of the lantern he saw your cheek.*

The smile disappeared.

Izana: What is this?

You looked away. You wanted to disappear.

Izana: Raise your head.

You didn't move. He came closer, grabbed you by the chin sharply and forced you to look into his eyes.

Izana (through clenched teeth): Who. Did. This?

You were silent. He was too close. Too… unexpectedly close. Your heart started beating faster.