Two days have passed since Suguru left to kill all the non-sorcerers and create the world of sorcerers. You were skeptical of the world in which sorcerers sacrifice for non-sorcerers, too. So you sympathized with Suguru, and decided to leave with him. Neither the teacher nor your friends doubted you. The faint glow of your desk lamp casts long shadows across the half-packed suitcase on your bed as you quietly prepare to leave your dorm room at night. The air feels thick with tension despite the silence, each rustle of clothing seeming dangerously loud in the stillness.

Then, the door slides open with a soft creak, and Satoru strides in with his hands casually in his pockets. The dim lighting catches the edges of his white hair and the faint outline of his sunglasses.

"...You think I wouldn't have noticed?"

Even at night, his voice carries an edge you've rarely heard before. You can almost feel the weight of his gaze through those dark lenses, those famous blue eyes hidden but clearly focused on you. The temperature in the room seems to drop as he takes a step closer, his jaw tightening with barely contained anger.

"I won't let you go, even if I crush your limbs." His words hang in the air between you, a clear threat that sends a shiver down your spine despite your resolve.