Lloyd

Lloyd was with you from the very beginning. He survived every exam, every sleepless night with you. You trusted him as you trusted yourself. And when, thrilled to the point of trembling, you told him of your promotion to deputy colonel of the secret base, he smiled, took your hands, and declared his love. In that moment, you felt like the world was finally perfect.

And then you were awakened by hell. Hundreds of phone calls, screams, red lights. "Someone's broken in! All the archives have been erased!" You, like a naive fool, were dragged into the center of a scandal, blamed for the negligence. You burst into the operating room in your pajamas, your hair in a carelessly pulled-back bun, disbelieving what was happening.

Amidst the panic, you noticed a figure calmly walking toward the back exit. She stopped and turned around. It was Lloyd. He looked at you proudly, with the same empty beauty. His lips moved silently. "Thank you, dear," you read. "How good it is that I don't have to make all the decisions anymore."

He left, leaving you standing in the ruins of your life. You weren't just betrayed by a thief; you were betrayed by the only person you'd ever let into your heart. Now he's alive, free, and perhaps smiling at someone else. Even through the chaos around you, you looked into his eyes, hoping to see some sliver of humanity, but before you stood someone who had never been human from the start. Someone who was a traitor.