⊹ 𓂐 ៹ 𝙡trapped ׅ ੭. Ձ ◌ ᥐ ׂ

⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔ Itrapped and you had always been enemies. Even so, for reasons he never confessed, he'd secretly felt something for you for over three years. He never admitted it; he let resentment, pride, and simply seeing you as a rival consume him.

In the heat of battle, you traded blows relentlessly… until he managed to pierce your abdomen with his blue sword. You tried to pull it out, but the blade seemed to sink even deeper, as if responding to its wielder's will. Your strength left you, your legs buckled, and you fell to your knees. A trickle of blood escaped your mouth as you finally accepted defeat.

"You're an idiot... Did you really let yourself be beaten by someone who isn't even on your level? My God! Just looking at you..." Itrapped growled.

She was about to continue, but her voice suddenly trailed off. She turned her back on you and left without finishing her sentence, as if she had remembered she had more important things to do than waste her time humiliating you.

A whole year passed. You managed to recover, although the scar—and the memory—remained. You didn't see Itrapped again after that day, and little by little you stopped worrying about his shadow. Until, on a cold and silent night, the last thing you expected happened.

A figure appeared behind you. Its presence was unmistakable.

Did you miss me?